Where’s my robot?

I was flipping channels on the television the other day when I came across the old show The Jetsons. I loved that show as a kid!

Meet George Jetson. Jane his wife … [Insert futuristic sounding music.] …  Sing it with me!

The Jetson family lived in space, flew around in little space mobiles and had robots that did all of their housework for them.

I’m wondering what happened to those robots? Where is mine? When I was a kid, it seemed like the future was all about technology that created robots to do our work for us.

Instead we got this:

Technology that distracts us from doing our housework.

Go figure.

And that, my friends, is why this blog has random in the name.

Carry on.


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Serious Me

I made a commitment to running last week when I purchased some expensive shoes. My first bout with running was with oldish tennis shoes. I couldn’t justify buying fancy shoes until I knew I was going to actually keep up with this running gig. I decided it was time to get some better treads for my feet, especially since I’ve had some shin pain issues lately, and bad shoes can contribute to that. So, I stopped in a local shoe store and told my girls to behave as I looked at shoes.

The lady who helped me immediately directed me to a certain brand that she said was the best running shoe and something about the brand was what all the “serious runners” used.

“Oh,” I said chuckling, “I’m not a serious runner.” Couldn’t she tell by looking at me? Aren’t most runners long and lean, not short and, well, you know … not me?

After trying on a few brands, I did buy the least expensive model of the recommended brand.

Which, of course, got me thinking. Do I ever intend to be a serious runner? How do you obtain this title? Do I need to log a certain number of miles? Races? Speed?

Recreational jogger seems like a better title. Do they make shoes for recreational joggers?

What about recreational writers? Is that what I am? Is that my goal? Do I ever intend to be a serious writer? Can I just randomly write and call myself a writer?

Because, I don’t call myself a writer. I don’t call myself a runner. I don’t think I’m qualified for either title. Even without the serious.

So, for now, I’ll keep being serious about what is most important … being me. Do I need a label of writer or runner or something-or-other? Sometimes serious. Sometimes random. Maybe that’s just the way I’m supposed to be.

So, you be you. I’ll be me. And I’ll continue to randomly write the things I think about while buying a pair of shoes.

Identity Crisis

I think I have an identity crisis going on. I need a cool name for my blog. I started with “From My Pen,” a while back when I thought I would do a lot of writing. Then, I changed to my name, cause I thought it would be fun to have more than just writing, because I have other interests, too. Now, I have something away from my name, cause, well, I just don’t like the name thing. Hmmm….

I just can’t get a “cool” name that I really love. Most of the blogs I follow have really neat names. A lot of them also have a specific focus, which might be part of my problem. I don’t have a specific focus here, it’s just me sharing my random brain. Maybe “Random Brain” would be a good name. I’m feeling stuck.

Sometimes when I share how I’m stuck, it helps me get unstuck. Maybe this post will provide inspiration for my name. Maybe I need a focus. Maybe I just need to go to bed! 😉

99 Seconds

Have you ever tried to set a digital timer for 100 seconds? Yeah, probably not; I’m weird.

Anyway, you can’t. It defaults to one minute. Thus taking you from 100 to 59 seconds.

It does work to try 99 seconds, but 101 will get you 61 seconds. So, if you want to nuke your food for 100 seconds, you will have to settle for 99. 

Math has never been my greatest subject.