I woke up this morning thinking I needed to post something upbeat on my blog today after than downer about the oil refinery. So, I'm thinking all these bright shiny, glittery little thoughts and I turned my computer on. That's when I remembered.
Late last night, well more like early this morning, my time. Blogger would not let me post a comment on a blog I follow. But, I thought - be optimistic.
1. That blog I couldn't post a comment on last night wouldn't even load this morning.
2. Several other blogs would not let me comment.
3. A few that would let me comment, required that I re-enter the comment twice before it would accept it.
4. When I got to my dash board to see who had posted something new today, blogger wiped it clean and tells me I'm following no blogs.YIPPEE!
I couldn't get my gmail account to open. When it did they wanted me to sign in. OK, I did that. Then, they tell me that they shut my gmail account down because of suspicious activity. ARE YOU KIDDING ME - GOOGLE? I thought your motto is ' We Will Do No Evil'. OK. So now they tell me go to this verification page to get my gmail account up and running. On the verification page, they want your country - oh, I can see it coming - it's a drop down menu. My country is never on those. I drop down. HOLY CRAP, my country is there. I enter it. Next, they want a phone number so they can send me a code via text to enter to get my gmail account back. Against my better judgement I enter my local number and click GO.
Do you know what Google had the nerve to come back and tell me? "I'm sorry, account verification is not available in your country." BUT, there is no other way to open this effin' account back up. Remember those bright, shiny, glittery thoughts back at the beginning. I can't even begin to tell you what they have become.
Anyway...google isn't as smart as they think. I went back to the account verification page and started over. This time I LIED.( I HATE LYING - GOOGLE). I entered United States for my country and gave them my cell number with the Idaho area code (I kept a US cell number, so people could call me from the States for free). I got the account back opened, dubious as it's continued operation may be.
Is this just me? Do I have like 'subversive' tattooed on my butt or something? What suspicious activity are they seeing on my account. Or are they telling me that someone is trying to 'hack' into my boring life? JEEZ!
Glad to get that off my chest.
On a happier note...I now have 100 followers (wait until blogger figures that out. I can't wait to see what they do with that information). I'm really not a headhunter, if I was I probably wouldn't print this post. Regardless, it makes me feel good that 100 people stopped here once and clicked on that follow button. Thank you.
Also, I finished my short story for the GQ Short Story Contest. Not only did I finish it, but I did the 'slash and burn' thing and got it down to 999 words. (It has to be 1000 or less.) This is no easy task for the Queen of Verbosity. The story itself was hard. The topic - cities. I might have been born and raised in Chicago, but I write 'country' much better, But I cranked up the 'blues' (something new-I'm a sucker for a wailin' guitar) and this story came pouring out. Thank you, Stephen.
Anyway...it's done. Of course,I'll worry over it for a few days and go back and edit some more, beef up every verb and delete every stinkin' ly word and slash every single adverb.(You get the idea) Is anybody else this crazy/obsessive/neurotic? Man, I hope so.
Here's a song. More of my eclectic taste. A friend of mine introduced me to this group and this song after he buried his son. I think this song makes his wife nuts, but I like it. This is for you Bob. I think of Michael all the time.
Remember, I live where 'thinking is optional'.