It’s not a problem, it’s a feature.

Turns out that those beloved few who have followed me for years, from website to website, through all the good and the bad, dealing over and over again with  the innumerable typographical errors to which I am prone, have been basking in the glory of a fine mind at work. Rather than just being sloppy and inattentive, the fact is that I have been operating at a very high level :

Typos suck. They are saboteurs, undermining your intent, causing your resume to land in the “pass” pile, or providing sustenance for an army of pedantic critics. Frustratingly, they are usually words you know how to spell, but somehow skimmed over in your rounds of editing. If we are our own harshest critics, why do we miss those annoying little details?

The reason typos get through isn’t because we’re stupid or careless, it’s because what we’re doing is actually very smart, explains psychologist Tom Stafford, who studies typos of the University of Sheffield in the UK. “When you’re writing, you’re trying to convey meaning. It’s a very high level task,” he said.

Offered without comment except, “what he said.”

Booman Tribune:

Now, if you ask these people why they think the president should be impeached, you will probably hear them repeat some hash of Benghazi and Fast & Furious and Solyndra and ObamaCare and IRS and tyranny. Maybe you’ll hear something about the NSA, but that’s more likely from independents and Democrats. Overall, most of these folks will mention something that is either entirely made up or is completely overblown. It will be something they heard on hate radio or watched on hate television. This is what makes them think the president deserves to be impeached, but they’d want pretty much any Democrat removed from office because they don’t like Democrats.

Then there’s the rare honest voter who will say they think he should be impeached because he’s black.

The Bold emphasis is mine.

The often invisible patterns of our lives: everything for a purpose and a purpose for everything.

God (or gods), the universe, fate, call it what you will, there are indeed things in control which ride mankind. We may not see it at first, in many instances might not see it all, but there is a pattern from moment to moment, event to event. Here, based in part on my last post, is a five-day stretch during which twists and turns I thought to be bad things turned out to be good things and, in the end, fit into a quite different pattern.

You will recall my issues with a credit card company on Friday. I tried to log-on to make payments for two no-interest balances on two different cards. My intent was to pay them both off completely, a total of $200. Because of the confusion I instead instead to make only minimum payments of $25 on each card in order to preserve the no-interest terms until I could see the account online again.  I was locked out until Monday morning.

Monday morning was also the day I learned from my local drug store that the blood pressure meds I take, my supply of which would be depleted that night, was back ordered in the 25mg size I require. They said they’d get an okay from the doctor to order 50mg pills which I’d have to cut in half. Swell. I am already giving the dog a small pill which has to be cut in half and it’s a pain the ass and I end up destroying about one out of five.

Tuesday morning I logged onto my bank account and discovered that, somehow, I had made a $153 payment destined for Comcast to FedEx instead (I owed FedEx $16, not due until the end of this month). Many phone calls and explanations later, all this has (I devoutly hope) been resolved and, once the payment shows up in the FedEx system they will refund me the whole thing or the whole thing less that $16. Whatever works for them. As for  paying Comcast…hey, look here, I have almost the exact amount needed in hand, the $150 I didn’t pay the credit card folks.

Not long after, the drug store called and said the pills were there, so I went to pick them up. The lady at the drive-up window asked if I would like them to cut them in half for me? Would I? Damned right. When she handed them over I joked that maybe I could bring in the dog’s meds and have them cut those as well. She laughed, then said, “would you like one of our pill cutters?” Damned double right.

So look at what happened. Two annoying and troublesome matters–the credit card lockout and the unavailable medication– were resolved in a relatively timely fashion and each provided a solution to two other issues, my inattentive stupidity in paying the wrong amount to the wrong account and the difficulties I was having with Buddy’s pills.

Patterns. They’re out there if you only look for them.


I am seriously considering taking all my meager wealth, putting it into a sock and keeping it in a drawer. For sanity’s sake. And to lower my blood pressure.

Banks buying up other banks has always been a thing of sorts, but in recent times it has become a standard thing.  I’d suggest that the improvements which are always cited as the benefit of these takeovers are about as successful as John Boehner’s leadership in the House of Representatives.

A credit card company I use for long-term no-interest purchases when necessary changed ownership and its website while I was not paying attention. When I went online Friday afternoon to make a payment that was due, I got locked out of the account because the whole system had changed and (I guess, can see no other reason) I misspelled my password. Lockout was supposedly for two hours; it lasted from 2;30pm Friday to 9:30am Monday. In the midst of all this, to maintain the no-interest status, I had to go through an extended hassle with a service rep so that she would allow me to make the payment directly through her, something that usually calls for a $10 fee that I no intention of paying. Got it done, but wasted two hours of my life.

Today, I went to make a deposit at the local branch of a bank that I have used (under one name and/or ownership or another, granted) for more than three decades. I endorsed a check from one of my editors, filled out a deposit slip, indicated how much cash I wanted back and signed it. Until today, I would just hand that to the drive-up window teller and the whole process might take five minutes. This time it took nearly 25 minutes, due to a whole new “paperless” system which involved, among other things, papers I had to sign and a second document which detailed the entire exchange. Also, all the old familiar faces behind the counter were gone, I saw when I went inside afterwards to express my feelings to the manager.