Tag: One Minute Ramble

One Minute Ramble: The More I See…

The more I see, the more I sigh.
Flabbergasted, I wonder ‘why?’
Patience is a virtue, or so they say…
Well, that’s not the case in the present day
With cutting in
And cutting short
And sideways glances
Without a thought
And careless meanderings
And selfish memes
Is friendly society now but a dream?

We’re told to think
And what to believe
And what to see
And what to read
And who to like
And who not to trust
And when to breathe
And when to feel
And when to work
And when to play
And when to …
And all the time we’re free…

I see.

The more I see.

The more I see.

One Minute Ramble: Impatience

One of my work colleagues was recently talking about how impatient people are nowadays. And it got me thinking that that is exactly how the majority of people seem to be running their lives now. He was going on about social media, how everyone is so wrapped up in it, and everything is there in an instant, they aren’t fine with waiting for anything any more, or being patient. Now, I must admit I can be a little impatient. I can also admit that I do not use social media (apart from blogging, which, to me, only touches social media in the peripherals). You can see impatience everywhere. You don’t even need to think about looking for it, something will highlight someone’s impatience within a matter of seconds.

So, I’m doing a little experiment. Here I go again. I’m going to take things nice and slow for the next few days. I’m sure I’m going to annoy some impatient people, but I annoy them when I’m not taking things slowly, so what’s new?

The only thing now is… I can’t wait to get started with the experiment. Sigh.

Not off to a good start, am I?

Time’s of the essence
As I do four things at once
None done very well

Why take it easy
When there’s so much fun to have
Joining the rat race

I’d love to eat food
But I just swallow and run
And I have no taste


One Minute Ramble: Searching, Ever Searching…

Sigh.

I don’t know what’s happened with the ‘world’s favourite search engine’ of late, but it has, in my humble opinion, become a trifle rubbish.

I think of somebody who I haven’t seen for many a year, and just do a quick ol’ search of their name and notice in the returned results that their surname has been struck through with the word ‘missing’ added. The same with their first name… but I have many results returned for, say, tables made out of oak, which had absolutely nothing to do with what I was searching for in the first place. If I’d have known that I was going to get rubbish back, I’d rather have saved my time than searching in the first place.

Mutter. Grumble. Gripe.

I read recently that this is because ‘they’ don’t just want to do a straightforward search, but want to do a ‘conversational’ search instead. For me, that’s pointless too. If I want to search for something, I just want to search for it, and not bother knowing what the search engine is doing that evening, or how the weather is in their part of the world.

If there’s nothing listed for what I search for, I’d rather just be told that and nothing else… I can then try a different approach.

Is that too much to ask for in this day and age?

(By the way, I wouldn’t mind as much if the results were humorous… but tables made out of oak???!!!)

(By the way again, all names have been redacted / extracted / removed from this post just so they do not appear in any search results. Although they probably wouldn’t have anyway!)

(And by the way – if you or any search engines out there are interested, it was a wonderfully gorgeous Spring Day today. Absolutely fabulous!)


One Minute Ramble: Eleanor Calls

As I write my right ankle throbs as if dancing to the sounds of Storm Eleanor who is whipping through the Grinds outside like nobody’s business.

I’d actually typed ‘shipping’ through the Grinds there… and for a second wondered what on Earth had I meant. It doesn’t look good. It is, it just doesn’t look it.

My right ankle is fine, by the way. I just stepped off a step the wrong way towards the end of last year, and stepped onto the the outside edge of my ankle rather than the base of my foot as any normal person stepping off a step would do. I winced then, as I do now, but I only wince now in adverse weather conditions.

Twigs are flying freely outside, and I have just finished rubbing Deep Heat into my ankle. The twigs are indicative of the adverse weather conditions we are being warned about.

The smell is making me sneeze. I don’t like the smell of Deep Heat as it makes me sneeze, but it is very good with the throbbing.

There’s also a rolling rumbling outside, in the distance. A constant rolling rumbling, like a continuous beat of a drum at quick pace.

Storm Eleanor, it seems, is knocking on every door, every window, every turret she can find.

With hatches battened, she won’t be getting in here.

Blow away, Storm Eleanor.

Blow away.