thief of time

Thursday, April 08, 2004

First Up

After many exclamations about the wonders of blogging, my son has finally decided that this is what I need to do. I have my doubts about my staying power, but we'll see how we go.

Being a total technical incompetent, he very quickly ran through and set everything up for me. Is this a clever ploy at ensuring that I have no idea what I'm doing, so I'll have to constantly turn to him to change anything, thus keeping his eye on what I'm doing so I can't slander him unmercifully? Quite possibly.

I was born in the days of manual typewriters, so the typing bit is fine, it's all the rest that comes attached to this computer that is a bit hazy to me.

Of course, when I say I was born in the days of manual typewriters, I'm afraid I'm exagerrating slightly. That's what we were taught on in Grade 9, just to make us appreciate the electric ones we moved up to in Grade 10. Computers have both beaten hands down. When I think of all the corrections that I had to whiteout my way through in my highschool years it's very plain that the all new fixing up via backspace, as well as cut, copy paste definitely rule.

As for my title, it's "Procrastination" being the thief of time. I'm afraid I have it in a big way. Sometimes when I think about the things that I need to do, I almost feel a physical contraint holding me back. It's both minor and major things, like doing my income tax sooner than a day or two before the deadline or checking to see what the code for our second hand car radio was before the battery decided to die (we didn't make it--it was only two years, after all).

Well, this is it for now.


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