For the last twenty hours or so my access to this blog has been spotty. I get the 500 error. I have checked my files, my database etc. Nothing bad found – so far. I have no idea why all of a sudden access to this blog is stopped. If you get this error I do not have a clue as to why.
So, when I can access it I do. Short of deleting everything I am at a loss.
Hope whoever you are you are having a great time of it!
Oh yeah – I can access my logs LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I probably have written about this before. When we first moved into our townhouse there was a pig farm running along the length of one side of the complex. The main exit from a then two lanes each direction Hwy99 (with bushes and a cable dividing the center) was typical of the country side exits of the time. You waited for the occasional vehicle and made a left across the traffic lane to enter the highway.
Now we are surrounded by Section Eight Housing. The Freeway has three lanes and an exit lane in each direction. The traffic headed south toward Elk Grove is akin to that would be expected on a Los Angles freeway. In keeping with the no living thing shall go un-killed in our neighborhood the complex gardeners have taking to buzzing of every little flower or bud on the complex bushes. I suspect they do this to try and lower their upkeep by stifling the new growth. We have no flowers except the blossoms in the trees and they point their blowers up into the trees trying to knock them off. The population in our area is victim to this mentality also. They just can not seem to take a break from killing people either.
I want to move. I wanna go! But where? The town I grew up in has grown to a point that I would not choose to move there. It seems like a vicious cycle. The Bay Area folks move to Elk Grove and Sacramento, the original dwellers get fed up with the steady influx of new bodies, they in turn move outwards towards the Sutter County and Placer County foothill areas and now the Rural County areas are growing to the point that many of their residents want to leave before the trappings of city/urban living attack.
I feel like a rat in the experiment we read about in High School – the one where all the rats are forced to live in a confined space and go wacko. The paper by John B Calhoun called “Population Density and Social Pathology.” (Calhoun, John B. 1962. “Population Density and Social Pathology.” Scientific American 206:139-148. – covers the experiment but I refuse to pay to for the online version. So here is an abstract online of the experiment.
Studies involving humans have shown it is not just the lack of space that causes the behavioral but the social aspects. Forced socializing is apparently not a good thing.
I guess I have hit my threshold. – I write as my neighbors music booms through the walls, a truck drives by with even a louder boom boomer, and a police siren goes off in the distance – emmm …. The gate outside goes clang bang – the youth of our little neighborhood ghetto have arrived home – let the games begin – as I put on my headphones and continue to type……. I try clicking my heels and chanting . There’s no place like home . .. There’s no place like home . …
It is just one of those days. Where you sneeze and do not get your mouth covered in time because you’re typing so all the disgusting spray goes on the monitor screen – that type of day.
Logging into my ISP service is starting to get annoying too. When I first log in I go to my account and check a box that enables me to change to my different email identities without having to type the whole darn username at xxxxxxxxxxxxxx.net in each and every time along with the proper passwords. The ISP I use has this little box to notify me that I can use a picture to help improve the log in verification process and stop identity theft. I do not want to use the silly picture and have ignored this message for more than a month. Now the little message box is setup so when I try and enter my user info it is almost impossible without clicking the stupid box and being whisked away to the site to set it up! Five try’s later I finally get my mouse to click in the log in box without hitting the other box and am allowed to enter the info. I know I could stop all this if I stopped deleting all my cookies each time I close my browser – but I hate tracking cookies – even if they originate from my ISP.
Next all the forwarded emails from members of the group I mentioned in the last post fill my mailbox. LOL none are addressed to me – just forwarded emails between the other members engaged in their pissing contest. No one has explained bcc to them apparently. I must admit that a couple of them really pulled me out of my log in funk. Grown professional adults slinging insults in some ways can get very amusing. I should feel bad about deriving cheep entertainment from them but I can not when I am occupied laughing so hard. I know, I know, it is not funny – yeah right.
I check my news reader for updates on any of my watched blogs. Then I log in at Flickr and find many of the groups I belong to have messages from someone warning everyone about some other group etc. and yep – it is another group of spammers and players fighting in the playground and stirring up sand. I log off.
I move onto this blog deleting all the new spam that the spam guard has caught in the last few days and type this out.
I have been involved with a group for a few years. The usual committee, Chairperson, Secretary etc. – all volunteers. Talk about a pain! A new person took over the chairmanship a while back and the tension has been growing. I stopped going to the meetings because of this particular person rubbed me the wrong way – past my point of forcing myself to try and let their blatant need for power and control slide. My mind could not even keep up with the silly meeting stuff partly because of my limitations but mostly because there was just way to much crapola coming out of this person mouth!
Next thing you know I get an email from one of the founders of this volunteer group that raises money for the groups cause – not political – just something like building playgrounds, or parks, or theaters – that type of group to give you an idea –
First many of us who stopped attending the regular meetings but were guaranteed by the new “leader” that we would be kept in the loop and informed of all upcoming events, changes, votes …. via emails . Were dropped from the person email list suddenly and unannounced. We in turn had promissed to help on our favorite major fund raising event. Next thing ya know there was an email forwarded to those of us out of this persons new loop (by someone still in the loop) of major changes to the groups mission, name, and sponsored functions. Ok I guess that is what you get when you miss a few meetings. The emails that were fowarded to us contained some statements from this new “leader” sent out to a select few such as: I have decided we will not meet to discuss this . .. I have decided to change the name of the biggest and well known fundraiser of this group to some long stupid almost kinky sounding name and while I am at it I have moved it’s date to four months later.
So, all the sponsors and donators are confused – I mean Hello??? When does a Chairperson of an public (tied to the county) group get to cancel scheduled meetings to vote on the changes they just made adn then make official changes that affect printed materials? Many people have worked long and laborious hours to get donors and sponsors and now – poof this person decides – who cares – I am changing the name, the date, and sending apology letters to the vendors – oh and yeah – opps if half the members who have been there since the beginning of the group are no longer emailed of any notice of any of this – tuff doodles!!
Well I responded in what I thought was a rather polite but, well, maybe I used one rude word – “dictatorial” , manner to her. I cc’d every person whose email I had! LOL The school yard fight is afoot. It was nice to find out that I was not the only person ostracized by this one person and not the only member upset by their blatant disregard for procedures.
Well, committee dictator I doubt you will ever see this because your type is to wrapped up in yourself to ever read a blog, but if you do – hope you all have fun doing it all yourself – this girl is going to donate her hours to some other cause.