Incoming Message, Captain...

I am probably not a "normal" person in my GenX age demographic when it comes to methods of communicating with others. Actually, I am fairly certain I am not normal in general, but that is for another post. For communicating I prefer to text from my phone (my awesome MotoQ that I have hacked and tweaked the hell out of), then instant message from my PC, then email LONG before I want to talk on the telephone. I'm sure that says something about my social skills—or lack of them. Or does it? I am still being sociable to the person the message is being sent to, aren't I?

Erik texting his bff

Anyway, what prompted me to write this was a blog post about the true cost of SMS messages. Wow! Cell providers have obviously seen that they can make butt-loads of money off of people from just text message costs alone. And people have no current "alternative" when it comes to text messages—no cell phone equals no text messages equals no means of instant communication.

There has got to be some free alternative out there that can be adopted en masse... somewhere. Over the rainbow. I'm sure. How does that whole communicator thing work in the Star Trek universe? Anyone have ideas of a possible alternative?

Until next time...

Saying Goodbye to Hapi

The Husbear called me at the shop tonight with bad news. Hapi is dead. Our oldest cat, the Husbear was given Hapi by his best friend Michelle a few years before he and I met. That puts Hapi at around 14 years old. The Husbear came home from work to find Hapi being, well, eaten... by some puppies we had rescued.

A couple months ago someone had dumped off a couple of puppies out near where we live. We live out in the country and sadly this is a somewhat common happening. We brought the pups home to take care of them since we have 5 acres they can run around on and an older dog to pal around with.

The puppies were a little aggressive to each other from time to time, but had not shown any real aggressive tendencies towards any of our outside cats. They would on occasion play with them but had never hurt any of them. Apparently that changed today.

It looks like I'll be taking the puppies off to the pound. It would appear no good dead goes unpunished.

I don't think Hapi's death has set in with the Husbear... yet.

Until next time...

The Wrong Husbear

I started getting the phone calls late Tuesday morning asking if I was okay. After a lot of confusion and then some frantic moments, I found out that several local television stations had reported that the Husbear was killed in a car accident. That is my partner's name! People were calling me to find out what happened. And I didn't have a clue as to what was going on. I was about to call home when I get another phone call, and it's the Husbear.

The Husbear received a few telephone calls from relatives that morning as well, one of them being his mother in tears. Talk about an odd moment. Having to explain to your own mother that you are not dead. He called me to tell me what he had heard.

There are, or were, two people with the Husbear's name in the area. One being my partner of 10+ years (so far) and the other being someone else's husband (no relation). The other person with the Husbear's name was killed in a car accident Tuesday morning (news article).

What a horribly surreal moment….

Until next time...