Coming down in buckets

I woke up to the wind howling and the rain coming down in buckets, and from all indications, it's going to continue along those lines most of the day.  I have to return a movie to Red Box outside Walgreens but intend to wait until this afternoon. Am hoping two other businesses in that area will call and tell me my "stuff" is ready.  I'm having a needlepoint framed and my sewing machine tweaked.  Going to be an expensive day, I'm afraid, and I don't want to make more than one trip to spend money.

Watched Ryan Gosling in 'Drive' last night.  It was tense, to say the least.  And violent. Albert Brooks was a killer and I don't like to see him in that role.  He's one of my favorite comedic actors.  It was still good, though. Had Brian Cranston and Ron Perlman as well.  It had a good music soundtrack but I hate those movies where the actors mumble or talk too fast and you have to rewind over and over hoping to figure out what they said.  If that happens more than once in a movie, I figure somebody isn't doing their job.

Had a phone conversation with my son already this morning. Computer woes. Went like this:

Me:  An adobe update prompt appeared on my laptop when I signed on this morning so I agreed to the update.
Joe: You don't need to update adobe.
I was told you always need to update.
No. Only if you have adobe pro and you don't.
But I was told adobe keeps updating their programs to keep out spyware and such.
No, they don't.

Ok. But when I agreed to update, a box popped up telling me Norton Antivirus was going to be installed once I updated.  I unchecked that box because I knew I didn't need another antivirus on here. I continued on and another box popped up thanking me for doing what adobe suggested and accepting norton. Just the opposite of what I clicked. Meanwhile, there's no option to get rid of Norton or get rid of this big box on my desktop.

Hit Ctrl-alt-delete. Highlight Norton and end program. Then go to your control panel and uninstall Norton on there.

Ok. I did all that. Now tell me this: How come when I sign on to my google mail in the morning, there's an ad at the top of the page telling me about this website I could use to self-publish a book. How do they know I'm working on a book?

Because they know. It's computers.

Well, I did click on the ad as I was interested in their program and I gave them my "other" email address to send me stuff.  I put down the wrong phone number, though, as I didn't want my cell number out there.

DON'T CLICK ON THOSE ADS! That only generates more. If you want to know about self-publishing, put a query in at Google.

Oh dear. So now I'm to expect more? By the way, tell me again how I delete my history.  I want a thorough job of it so if the FBI confiscates my laptop because they think I'm going to bomb somebody or hire a hit man, I don't want them to find out what sites I visited.

Oh, yeah. The FBI.  I would have thought they'd be more interested in all that child porn you go to.

hahahahahahahah

Bye mama.

 I'd read  in an email recently sent me that there are key words the "authorities" follow online to track bad people. Subjects people search for on google, for example. One of them, I think, was child porn.  Now I'm probably going to be on a watch list. Hmmm...maybe I should go look for that email again and write down all those words and then start googling them one at a time to see if I then get a visit from the FBI or notice cars following me.  What a fantasy world I live in.

As if I don't already have enough projects going.  Which I think I'll get back to now.  Gotta research some products I read about yesterday regarding metatarsalgia.  I just deleted a couple lines I wrote about my foot so I'm sparing you the whining this morning.

Been reading Bob Greene's book 'Be True to your school.'  Am laughing through most of it too.  Last night he talked about going to a Peter Paul and Mary concert at their school, and how he and his buddies got to interview Peter and Paul afterwards for the school paper.  On the way home, they were really excited when one of the guys wondered why Mary never came out of the dressing room to be interviewed.  His friend replied: She was probably on her period.
I thought this was funny because this is exactly how teenage boys would think in 1964.  ha ha

Okay. Off to work I go.....