Updating to the latest MacOS High Karate

Since I woke up and began writing while still in my PJs and Bucks T-shirt, it was afternoon by the time I finished writing an article that deserved more than its allotted space. I hard-scrabbled it down to a shell of its former self, satisfied that while imperfect, it is as good as it will get given the time.

So while I wait for the latest MacOS High Karate to upload to my laptop, writing with a pen in one of a stack of 50 new spiral notebooks that I bought when they were on sale at Wally World 10 for $10 about four years ago, I’m attempting to soak off the old gel nails from my left hand with 100 percent acetone which I realized in the wee hours of last night I had neglected to keep on hand and that required a trip to the drug store today to purchase. Damn it.

Unshowered and looking unkempt, I deodorized, put on a fresh blouse and my Lauren Conrad printed leggings, a pair of slides and my old jeans jacket (not my best look) to venture to the local RiteAid for acetone. After pondering the poor selection of available nail polish colors, I opted out and headed to the registers to pay for the bottle of acetone where Gertrude yelled to the only other cashier for assistance, flustered by the line of four mildly irritated patrons.

Pleased that no one I knew saw me shopping, I hurried to the car, stopped at the florist to order a bouquet for a friend and returned to the home office.

I gathered the cotton balls, acetone and nail clips and prepared my left hand. The acetone bottle label set in random position before me revealed what I presume is the RiteAid slogan: ‘look great feel great’ (all lowercase) above its 100% money back guarantee.

I snarfed my coffee.

I mean, I get it. It’s a slogan; one probably spitballed at a meeting of the best and brightest branding minds in the marketing department, run by focus groups, and approved by the management and shareholders who voted for it based on recommendations buried deep in the annual report. Considering that the only alternative nail polish removal method is the Dremel 4000 (read: dangerous equipment), it’s just hard to imagine a scenario in which acetone (read: some kind of poison) would make me look greater or feel greater.

This thought of course, made me examine the label further.

Turns out that 100% acetone consists of the following ingredients: acetone and denatonium benzoate. Um…excuse me. Question in the back of the room!


I think I need to resurrect those old Ross Perot pie-charts and graphs. While I never claimed to be strong in the STEM fields, I thought 100% still represents a whole? Maybe you MIT-Silicon Valley or chemistry types can clarify that for me.

Well, my High Karate operating system is ready to roll. Got more writing to do!


50 Ways From Sunday – Things I’m Thankful For

There are more than 50 things I am thankful for, but the further beyond 50, the more the list becomes increasingly um…silly. So here are fifty, not in any particular order.  This leaves me open for pure, unadulterated fun when I write Part II.  Hey, and click a link now and again.  Perhaps it’s one of “those” paths.

  1. Family
  2. Friends
  3. Humor
  4. Food
  5. Music
  6. Water
  7. Babies
  8. Wisdom
  9. Sunshine

    Sunshine to Remember
  10. Rain
  11. Snow – once a year just for fun
  12. Women
  13. Organic hair dye
  14. 2009 Dodge Challenger
  15. Shoes
  16. That cologne…
  17. Junior’s New York Cherry Cheesecake
  18. Electricity
  19. Wind
  20. Books
  21. Molière – the movie 
  22. September 9
  23. August 9
  24. South Winds Guest House
  25. May 19, 2011
  26. Nail Designs & Co, Allentown PA
  27. Christmas Eve 1987
  28. Holley Ross Pottery
  29. Democracy
  30. The U.S. Constitution
  31. Green beans
  32. Sunrise Springs, NM
  33. The smell of pine needles on the forest floor
  34. Forever Plaid 
  35. Hibiscus

    My beautiful hibiscus
  36. Mandevilla
  37. Cartwheels
  38. Brain Surgeons
  39. Cosmetic Surgeons
  40. Modern medicine
  41. Veterans 
  42. Unsung heroes and underdogs
  43. My mentor
  44. Christmas – without it, what would be the point?
  45. Beethoven
  46. Da Vinci
  47. Empathy
  48. “We Pray for Children” by Ina J. Hughs
  49. Waterfalls
  50. Live theater

What are you thankful for?

Stop Counting and just Write

Some days, skittering about the interweb makes me crazy.

Our collective shorter attention spans have perpetuated the myriad of advice in the form of alleged be-all-end-all lists. It’s as if some overlord thinks we need a numbered list in order to accomplish any task.

Sure writing for the web in economized bites helps the many who ingest info from their cells or tablets. Sure it’s easier on the eyes, but I think the pendulum has swung too far to one side.

10 ways rasterized

I don’t mind telling you I’m a little freaked out when a Google search of “10 ways” suggests these four things I may be looking for:

10 ways to survive a zombie apocalypse

10 ways to die

10 ways to love

10 ways to kill a toad

Clearly Google misread the chip they implanted in my brain. I already know how to survive a zombie apocalypse, and just in case, I’ll save you the effort of searching to find out. Simply break out the Girl Scouts’ Thin Mints cookies that you have been hiding in the back of the freezer, and make a trail of them leading to the end of the line at the DMV. That ought to keep them busy whilst you make your exit.

As to the second point, I’m neither suicidal nor am I plotting a murder that you know of, so frankly I’m insulted. As a creative type, I would have expected the suggestion 10 spectacular ways to die, or 10 ways to die and take cool stuff with you.  An even more impressive suggestion of 10 ways accomplish every dream and aspiration before you die, would have at least offered a little hope for crying out loud.

10 ways to love instantly inspires anger, not because I’m a hater, but because the Google algorithm writers think I need pointers. I can think of 50 ways easily.

Finally, I don’t have any issue with toads, I can’t tell you the last time I saw one (which may indicate someone else hunted this before I got to it,) though it does bring to mind The Flying Frog, which as you know lives on.