Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation
Thursday, December 30, 2004
When my Number 2 Grandson lived with me for several years, I frequently called him "Grasshopper." No, not because he reminded me of the hero in the Kungfu tv show, but because he was a deadringer for the grasshopper in the Aesop fable. #2GS was also a musician, just like the Aesop grasshopper. If you don't remember the story, a google will tell you all about how the grasshopper played his fiddle all summer with not a care in the world. Winter brought cold and hunger, but the grasshopper had procrastinated and literally "fiddled" the summer away. Alas! He died. This was supposed to be a parable for teaching #2GS the value of planning ahead. Yeah, right.
So my Blogson is always telling me
Issue One -- Norton
In an effort to "protect" my computers and myself from the evils of the internet, I installed Norton's $70 package on each pc. The only obvious change I've noticed as a result of this $140 investment is that porn pics are now blocked. Spam is alive and thriving. Out of 50 spam emails, Norton sometimes catches 4 or 5. It seems I am not getting my money's worth. Now the kicker: There is nowhere in the known cosmos that I can find where I may communicate with Norton regarding this problem. No email address. No telephone number. Not even a snail mail address. As a last resort, I'm blogging my dilemma TO THE WORLD in the hope that someone will know someone who will email me at indigoinsightsathotmaildotcom with a suggestion. Any reputable company I've ever done business with would offer a refund or alternate. But any company that goes incommunicado as soon as they get your credit card number is probably not concerned with their reputation. I'm hoping some Norton CEOs are bloggers!
Issue Two -- Nationwide Insurance
This is such a hot item for my BP that I must be brief. Bottom line: Although my darling Rottweiler is eight years old, has lived in the house all her life, sleeps with me, loves children and guests, and hangs out and exchanges face washes with cats, a "surprise" Nationwide representative suddenly appeared at my door and
OK. Thanks for listening. My spleen feels much better and I'm not carrying these thorns over into the new year.