Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Horse's Ass!* That was tonight's catch phrase.
(Honestly, this is one filly I wouldn't mind having in my stable!)
I have been West-Coasted - again! Have you ever had that happen to you? If you live in the Eastern Time Zone, you most definitely have been. Not familiar with the term? That's not surprising, seeing that I just made it up!
....Picture, if you will, a dreaded visit to a Proctologist. Do I need to describe in detail or leave it subliminal, the subsequent probe? No doubt you'd be ready to slug Doctor Proctor at the first hint of any references to Star Trek!
....Get the picture? That was a good analogy of being West-Coasted. In other words, I feel like I've had it shoved where the sun refuses to shine.
....Trust me, "West-Coasted" is not a derogatory attack against anyone living on the West Coast. I know a lot of people out there. Indeed, a lot you readers and fellow bloggers hail from the Pacific side of the country. It will be clarified below, I promise.
Today was one of those rare days that found me home early for a change. I was able to have supper with the family, a pleasure I have missed since my hours and work load were increased. After supper and a cup of Joe to wash it down, I was looking forward to Blogging at a decent hour. Also, the earlier start would afford me the opportunity to catch up on reading my ever-growing Blogroll friends.
....Then it happened! Blogger was down for maintenance. The maintenance was being conducted from 4pm to 5:30 pm, PDT. Horse's Ass!! That was 7 to 8:30, EDT. 8:30 is the start of my normal PBT (Prime Blogging Time). So instead of starting early at 5:30 my time, I have to wait three hours. I cannot post. I cannot make comments. I can at least read everyone's blogs. So tonight, for the most part, I'll be a lurker.
....This is no problem for those in the Pacific. They are commuting home from work. They aren't even home yet! When they get home, eat supper, and decide to Blog, the maintenance is completed. They get no interruption at all.
....There you have it. That is what I mean by being West-Coasted. It is simply life - ruled by geography. (Of course, there is the other phenomenon suffered by those out there - they are sometimes East-Coasted!
....As you can now see, my rambling is just the result of time differential, and no reflection against anyone who lives on the West Coast of the USA.
Can it be I have accidentally discovered the origin of Hoss' screen name with that picture of that filly above? As age is subjective and irrelevant, "Old" will be ignored. As this is a family oriented Blog, I will leave "Snake" to your collective imaginations. That leaves us with "Horsetail." Just what has Hoss got stashed away in that stable of his? I must admit that horse tail above is inspirational. You old snake, Hoss!
Seriously, if you don't know him, Hoss is a great guy and helluva Blogga! If you haven't read him (I can't imagine there is anyone who hasn't) - click on the link up there and check him out. By the way, he lives near the aforementioned West Coast.
Curmudgeon responsible for this post: Hale McKay at 9:15 PM