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I'm Alive...and Not Living on Credit...

Pablo recently mentioned that when he dropped by other peoples Blog Sites and found they had not posted anything for a while...that he feared the worst.

I've had similar concerns myself; but I'm sure I'll never be able to post daily as well as make regular visits to a special piece of country over 100 miles away from where I live.

Where does that man get the energy?

Anyway, with nothing particular to post I thought I should post something...just to let people know I am alive.

Why not post a photo of my new MasterCard? I thought.

And, so, like the Little Red Hen, I did.

I guess I thought of doing that because it was with some trepiditation that I sent the security number, found on the back of my new card, off to the TypePad people who host my blog.  They recently sent me an email saying that my card was about to expire [unlike me] and that they needed the new expiry date and security number.

I guess I'll just have to trust them.

Anyway, if I get ripped off for the 20 Grand credit limit on the card, what will it matter.  Afterall, I am a rich doctor.  You can tell that because I have a Gold MasterCard.  The Bank did offer me a Platinum one a while back, but I knocked back their offer.  I long ago learned that using Credit on a Credit Card is analogous to being sucked into a Black Hole.

My total Credit Card debt at present is $7AU - and that is to the TypePad people.  I use Credit Cards for convenience when there seems to be no other way of transferring money - but I pay the money back ASAP - to avoid the huge interest rates the Credit Card companies charge.  It's a pity I can't do the same thing to pay for Natalie's Book which she has already put in the post, and for which I haven't paid. 

If you haven't seen her site, part of it is here  Natalie/Augistine

Check it out.  I think I like the idea of her book because we Doctors like the Idea of being able to talk/act like God. 

Anyway, tomorrow I'm off to the Post Office to send her some real Aussie Dollars.

Configure This...

Regular visitors will recall that a while back I mentioned STRESS occasioned by the unwelcome appearance in my front driveway of an unwelcome patient.  Under threats of my calling the Police that behaviour stopped, but it was replaced by unwanted phone calls to my mobile phone.

You see, one can find out my old mobile phone number by using Google and my name.  He found it.

So I went into my telco and not only had my number changed but was upgraded to new phone which will allow me to blog while flying a glider as Natalie requested I do some time ago.  In a real life situation Simon would have to fly while I did the blogging, as flying a glider is full time work and doesn't allow one to use ones hands for other business.  I reckon I can guarantee that a child has never been conceived in a glider.

The phone upgrade didn't involve my having to part with cash - I only had to contract to stay with the same telco for another two years.  I've been with them all my life, so what diff does that make?

I've placed a photo of the new Samsung phone at the top of the post.  It actually has two cameras built in, making it possible to have a two way live photo conversation with someone who possesses the same technology.

Apart from that there is a cable which is meant to allow me to talk to my PC or Laptop and so download photos, or fiddle with the address book in the phone.

But the cable doesn't work!  Well, something doesn't work.  I've spent hours this week installing and uninstalling software...[Pablo, should that be deinstalling?]  I've even gone, tentatively, into "regedit" in Windows XP.

But I have narrowed the problem down.  I've gone into the System area of Control Panel and after many hours of mouse clicking and radio button selecting I have finally found a spot which gives a message saying that the phone is not configured correctly.

I'll have to wait until I get a spare 7 to 8 hours to go to the telco shop and demonstrate that to them before their very eyes. 

They are not going to believe me if I ring them up on "their" phone!

On the plus side - when my phone does ring - I know it is most likely son Hugh wanting me to transfer "funds", as he words it, to him  - as there are very few other people who know my new secret phone number.

You call that Football???

I'm having a day off work today.  It's a mental health day for me. By chance I got to watch the Superbowl Football Game live.

Seeing it made me wonder why they call it Football.

I think I saw a foot touch that ball about 5 times in all. 

[I guess we'll need to watch the video replay to see if I am right.]

Critics of our National Football Code "Australian Rules" - refer to it as 'aerial ping-pong' - but at least the ball touches a foot more often than in the game they played in Florida!

When the ball is kicked in Aussie Rules, and that happens often, it will often fly 75 to 100 yards.  See here for evidence: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Thurgood

Maybe the NFL should rename its game from Football to:

"Watch the Quarterback Throw The Ball and see the Fat Guys in the Middle Run into Each Other" ??