A Good Day to Grouse

Blogger has finally obliged me to move over to its new Google accounts, promising no changes. I knew that wasn¹t true, and sure enough, posts cannot be published using OS9, because on the posting page there's no "publish" button. Vanished as completely as money sent to a Nigerian e-mail con man. Or rather, the button's there, but my system can't show it to me, because no software engineer seems to believe in backwards compatibility.

And why do I still use OS9? The machines around here that use OSX don't have decent word processing programs on them, that's why. And why is that? Because I haven't bought any decent programs. And why not? Because I'm a miser at heart. The buck stops there. Anyway, it gets harder to use OS9 all the time.

Just grousing. February is a fine time for that, especially since the cold outside feels like its pressing on the walls of the house, looking for every little crack, just dying to get in and equalize the temps between inside and outside. Inside temps would be the loser in a deal like that, and so would us naked apes living within the walls, living for millions of years as we did in sunny equatorial Africa.

That's the sort of thing you (I) think about when home all day when the air outside doesn't get any warming than about 10 degrees F. But it's been worse (though not in over a year). In fact, it's supposed to get worse. Come Super Bowl Sunday, it might not rise above zero. For real entertainment, the game ought to be played at the new and improved Soldier Field. South Florida is for fair-weather fans, literally. Chicago's the place for the Bears and their die-hard fans. Watch as the players stay to tay warm! See fans huddled over hibachis! No danger at all of a wardrobe malfunction on network TV!