I'm still irritated at this jerk Ray Barber at MacScripter.net I wrote about in yesterday's entry for giving me grief over my reaching out for help in learning AppleScript. The process never got beyond me logging on to the site with the password they provided me with. As soon as I clicked on an article for newbies to see how to use the web site to it's best advantage, the process was interrupted and I was summarily banned even after I humbled myself to correct my mistakes in my first attempt to register.
With our only contact in our entire life centered around me trying to register with this site in order to facilitate my endeavor to learn AppleScript, this guy starts lecturing me and casting aspersions and apparently shooting at every song bird or Jack Sparrow that moves to relieve himself of some deep-seated angst again people who switch to Macs from PCs.
Ray Barber writes:
"Only your username is ever revealed to the public.
Your first and last name, as well as your email address
are private. {and stay that way}. (!!!) But most importantly,
macscripter.net is not your average BBS. We've
implemented a lot of great features specific to scripting
[such as the protocol link and more].
As great as applescripting is, really bad things can be
done with it. This is particularly true with the number of
folks who've migrated from PC to the Mac, and only
learning Applescript for the first time.
If you wish to register again using your proper name,
I'll be happy torelease the ban."
This dimwit is preventing me from participating on the list, and then bragging about what I'll be missing because I'm not registered. How can anybody trust somebody not to betray your personal information who simultaneously threatens you with rejection if you don't kowtow to their every psychotic demand?
I made an error in statecraft by wanting to use felix as a username, but furnished my legal name both times I tried to register. I apologized and asked for another chance to register. I practically abandoned my dignity and begged this unpleasant person to let me be a part of this group, then corrected my mistake of using felixmanos as a username, and now Ray Barber apparently wants me to beg him some more. No mas. At least, not until he takes a long vacation to get over himself.
I bought my first Mac in 1988, and this twerp is lecturing me about how dangerous AppleScript or HyperCard is in the hands of former PC users. What Mac owner hasn't had to learn both Windows and the Mac system if they indulge in the business world at all. Yadda, yadda, yadda, if you go online you have to deal with people who are deluded about their own self-importance, but it's not pleasant, even if that deluded person is me.
I actually did accomplish something yesterday besides letting this odd fellow upset me with his crude manners. I've been trying to discover the way the major and minor scales on my piano can mesh together to make practicing the scales one continuous process. I'm also starting to practice some arpeggios. I had one brief run of flow while practicing a five-finger exercise in Eb Major. I'm getting to the point where my plan to extrapolate all the songs I've been exposed to over the years straight from the redundancy and repetition of playing the scales everyday.
Learning AppleScript and learning to play the piano simultaneously is time-consuming for an old man who lives alone, particularly when I'm meditating so much these days. I just finished taking the methotrexate for my rheumatoid arthritis. I take ten pills all at the same time on Tuesday mornings along with the other quinine type pill and the prescribed dosages of calcium and vitamin D. I'll probably be nauseated to the max through tomorrow. Last week I got into a binge of projectile vomiting on Wednesday soon after I took my medicine and wasted the prednisone I'd just taken. I'll have to watch what I eat to keep it down.
This might seem like a real drag to some, but last fall I was in such pain that I could barely wipe my own ass or lift my hands up to my face to brush my teeth and I had to cope with serious pain just to feed myself, and now I'm practicing piano again? I'm grateful for the help I've gotten from the VA Hospital system. I'll get sick and die from something anyway, but they've made the interim much happier than it could have been.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
