Lylemad’s Weblog

I think I’m addicted to the “widget”… Tonite I played around and played around with this ol’ song too long, summer’s sure as gone and Winter’s comin’ on… I added that which you can see if you hit my site: “hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink… say no more, say no more” (Monty Python). I’ve started a pool to see who will get the most hits by course end…

I also added my curling club link to my sidebar. What does this have to do with ICT? Well it’s where I go to exercise, drink beer and relieve stress “off” course . Just got back in fact, was home early after getting run off the ice and outta the rink: we lost 8 to 3 after 6 ends of play. To top it all off, I had to drive home in a snowstorm: near on a foot (we still use the old system of measure) here today. Depending on whose foot it is, it could be anywhere from 6 to that of 18 inches. If we are using Angele’s big frog flippers it’ll be 18 inches for shore…

Added a couple of more student blog roll addresses: I Am David and Sunny Tech Girl.

Responded to one blog comment: I’m not tellin’, I’m no taddle tale, no siree… Glen told me not to.

And lastly, changed/edited a few of the titles on my blog roll presentation.

Tha… Tha… That’s All Folks!

Tonite: I was attempting to finish up my classmate blog roll list and along came the G-Man. I think Jane had already sauntered off with Tarzan to some exotic port of call (a tree house a little north of Botswana): “People of Zee World… Relax! Even Cowgirls Get The Blues!” (Tom Robbins). Glen invited me to a Yu’ma (wherever that is) session (bring your own tea, biscuits and passport) – so, feeling like a cowboy, away I went with cigarettes in hand: the wife was to bed. After initial hook up, and don’t ask me how, I found that I was the host presenter, talk about pressure: but you gotta love it, baptism by fire… a cowboy wouldn’t have it any other way…

But actually, all this really meant was that Glen could see my desktop (I think he fell asleep) and not I his. We quickly changed it around proper so that I could see Glen’s: now we were awake and “Runnin’ With the Bulls!” He proceeded to demonstrate to me as to how I could quickly find all the addresses I still yet needed to copy and paste within that of my blog roll management system. In between time, I got to test them and they do indeed work. Then he flipped host responsibilities back to me and watched as I duplicated that which he had taught me…

PS: We had all Skype tools: bells, whistles (throw in some steam), audio/video and text messaging up and running as we pulled into Yu’ma. No, we didn’t stop by the local establishment for a cool one for it truly was a dry (gulp), dirty but delivered, dusty deserted desert town we had arrived to. Where even the scorpion went to church on Sunday looking for a shot of water or wine.

I’m starting to think (danger zone) that this is what our Skype cast was sorta to be like last Saturday just before the Bomber debacle: I should forgive them by the weekend: Back on the train Pilgrim…

As we pulled away, Glen showed me how to remove unnecessary/unwanted baggage from that of my tool bar train through that of the bookmark conductor with widgets in hand. Yes, we ventured back into Pandora’s Box, found her asleep beside 3 bears, and quickly exited with that which we needed: no, not porridge, bananas… it seems Tarzan left his monkey behind chasing after that brunette in a “G”ouche “G”-String: there’s a picture of her on my flickr….

A few miles on, I lost contact with my host, this “moccasin telegraph” (smoke signals incognito) that I’m using isn’t quite the same as Sirius Satellite… so I thought I would sit a bit, sit a spell, have a sip, and dare do tell, dare I dwell… that I’m kinda yearning for a return to the good ol’ days of Rock ‘n’ Roll, Blue Suede Shoes and Johnny B. Goode; after all, he was a Rebel and he “Road Through the West”.

Well what did I accomplish today: figured out (finally – thank you God) how to add classmate blog info. to that of my roll. Thomas and Glen directed me with/in this endeavor. I had to contact Thomas via the “landline” – I know I’m an Anti-Christ (3 hail Mary’s and 1 garlic glove should do) and Glen kinda gives you hints (Discovery Learning on the ICT channel) and you are to go from there. So here I am: still going – like an Energizer Bunny caught in the rain. I am still not done: What I’m trying to do is add an address (with descriptors) and then go to the website and comment on each and every blog contained there within before moving on. By the time you get down to the “Hello World” blog, you are pretty much in “Yup” mode.

I was also able to upload an avatar of my son: had to do some security unlocking in order to get the picture to view and for cropping purposes. At 1st when I uploaded the picture, it would view on the 1st page, and then after cropping… show up blank and black – similar to that of a White House news release: you know more before than you do after.

Next… I uploaded my football pool address and site information just to keep track of how I am doing (I’m near on last) while I’m hard at work here… Yeah! Right!

Lastly, I went to my widget section and was actually able to drag and drop a widget into the box above. The widget was that of the “Flicker Photos”. Well by this time I was feeling fairly full of myself, and then (foreshadow)… I arrived back to my weblog site to find my “Flicker Photos” alive (and all a flicker) but with that of my blog address/access information gone! WHAT? If by chance you thought you heard some cursing and a cussing, you did, it was I, I will have to eat some soap (not Irish Spring, I hear that makes it worse) as penance. What was I to do? Invoke Plan “G” young man: call the G-Men. So I did. I “G”-mailed “G”len and he prompted me to ask my classmates as to how to undo that which I had done? “To See or Not To See”? that is the question fellow citizens of the Roman Republic. In between time, I went back to the widget smidget section and drug the flicker photos back into Pandora’s Box wench they came.

All in all it was a good day…

PS: The Bombers are killing me… “Why have though forsaken me Blue?”

A Sunday Gentleman Has Come To Town

On Sunday morning coming down, a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

All satin ‘n’ lace and full of grace, a lady beside him to set the pace,

Gleam on sword, gleamin’eye, free of ward, all full of pride,

When the clock strikes twelve, the shoe shant fit,

This silly game you must acquit!

A rat, a rat, oh has been found; a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

Scurry away, oh skittle scat, you fool, you fool, you rat, you rat,

Back to hiding, back you go, hurry now…. the bell does toll,

Down on luck, down in dole, to debtor’s prison…. off you go!

The town crier, hails “A Clown!” A Sunday gentleman has come to town,

For six long days and weary nights, you’ve paced ‘n’ prayed to end your plight,

Drink your tea, oh drink your port, gleefully – oh wicked sort.

Pay your debt, Oh! Pay your bill, free yourself this wretched chill.

But you shant listen to advice so sound,

You’re a Sunday Gentleman, you’ve come to town,

Now you sit all a boast, it’s time to drink; it’s time to toast,

To those merry men who sit in wait, you’re bugle call is but too late,

It’s Sunday morning coming down; I’m the Sunday Gentleman come to town.

What does this have to do with the course? Nothing really… It’s just that Thomas, in his blogs, has been mentioning that of chasing the fox and letting the hound lose, so I thought I would… Hey! This gave me an opportunity to practice my copy/paste editing skills from that of my documents… I didn’t (“Believe It Or Not” – this is Mr. Wripley) manually type it in.

In Marry’s Ol’ England, away back when, those who failed to own up to their bills, and debts, were, when, and if apprehended, sent off to Debtor’s prison for a little apprehension of their own, and to pay their due. However, for those illustrious individuals who were illusive enough to evade the pursuit of the law between Monday morn, and Saturday eve, of each, and every week, they luckily found, or were given, by law – a legal loophole of leisure: reprieve, rest, and respite from that of the pursuit, and their pursuers on the Lord’s Day – Sunday. On this day of sacrament when the soul was allowed to rest ‘n’ relax, lest we forget …. to forgive, they were afforded free reign to carry on as to that which they had previously been privy to without fear of arrest, imprisonment, or bother from or by any of those “Cobblestone Collectors”, whom, I’m sure, were waiting somewhere in the wing being the “tar and feather” sort that they themselves were, to continue on with that of the rabbit chase, and eventual release of the hounds.

“Release the Hounds!”

Course Comment: All too many of the Poetry links or sites out there are that of the bogus kind (i.e) Poetry.com. They are simply set up to take your poem and money too… they offer you publication in a book you have to buy back from them; I guess we could say they have a captive audience. Poem acceptance is guaranteed on the initial entry and when it comes to writing, if you aren’t rejected a few hundred times than something is most certainly up.

Note to Self: If it seems to good to be true (critical thinking), then, more so than not – it shall be false.

                                                                                                                                         I walk alone,
But worry not for me…
I have me, myself and I,
and my shadow for company…

All roads do lead to Rome,
Down the Appian Way…
May your soul,
No more to Roam…
Oh! Blessed be thy way!

3 days of the calendar Dear Google belong to the Saxon Horde (I am an Icelander out of Hecla Island): Wednesday (Odin – Supreme Ruler of Valhalla (Icelandic Heaven)), Thursday (Thor – God of Thunder) and Friday (Fri – the Goddess of Love).

Anyhoo… What’s happening on Wednesday: the day when the world is as close to normal as it is ever going to be? I seem to have everything thus far up and ready to use: I have the egg turner in hand and am reading the instruction on how to flip: I truly am tired of scrambled – sorry Foghorn (it was cracked when I found it) and (in order to avoid wanton waste) threw it in the pan.

In between the lines: I have book marked blogline feeds, news, delicio and weblog comments… I’m still trying to figure out how to properly tag, mark, save, retrieve, folder and share/transmit etc et al that which has come available to me/us/we through these online avenues of academic enlightenment and achievement.

I have responded inkind to most all that I have made correspondent contact with – I still have a a couple to go (3 or 4).

Have found out that RSS equates out to mean Really Simple Syndication and was ever so relieved when it didn’t indicate “Stupid”!

I went to my Skype (no one was online) and tried to add contacts, but for whatever the reason my contact add on is not responding accordingly or so I think… It’s in grey or gray!

Educational Comment: In a few of our schools here in Thompson, emailing parents is a wanted part of the school plan. Personally, I think that this is a good beginner step to that which we are involved with at present. It could then progress to that of a monthly/weekly and daily blog as the learning curve turns into that of a fast ball…

Problem: How to get teachers to sign on as opposed to out? Many will simply not go there citing outside my duty responsibility and union scripture as to why? How difficult is it (and this is coming from me) to set up an e-mail catalog? Beyond that, if it is going to make your job/task easier… why not? Going to the web keeps the phone ringing without having to dial. Making 20 (small class – to be so lucky) phone calls at once does have it’s advantage I would think?

I’m off to eat some dry fish… I’m all out of Rollapilsa.

Well what have I accomplished in and with the last 4 plus hours of time and space: I attempted to go around to all of the sites reading that which was posted in return. I apologize to any out there whom I am yet to make contact with. I’m starting from the bottom end up now, being a smoker I usually get fatigued halfway through, and forget where it is that I have come from, or where I’m trying to get to. I then checked everyone’s comments on Google Reader, read everything again and commented inkind. It seems to me that there is always a comment or two missed with all of this flipping back and forth, in and out, and around and around we go – I think I’m beginning to develop a little vertigo here: I feel that I’m at the edge of that “blackhole” in this universe where I know that the answer to division by zero is to be found, it has to be in there somewheres: a new reality waiting to be brought into existence. Persevere Dana, it’s only an abyss if it holds no bottom…

I noticed that several of my classmates have offered up their Skype/g-mail addresses for each of us to add to our own personal Skype contact lists and this I did TRY to do… For whatever the reason, I was (you guessed it) unable. I did find Berdron’s address on the Skype “follow me this way and I lead you to the promised land tool”, but I ended up in the Dead Sea holding a tuna by the tail. So I just added a happy face to my Skype image, changed by background color to that of blue… I didn’t like the color of the Dead Sea, nor that of the tuna for that matter, and away I went.

I’ve added Bloglines as well as Del.icio.us to my toolbar and 5 minutes later a pizza arrived to the door – Ragu Plain. The last time I Skyped with Glen, he helped me download it 3 times and we (I mean I) eventually gave up due to a lack of a proper download on this end; however, today I found it (or thought I had… it up and ready to go), at least that is what the computer was telling me. But when I tried to navigate around awhile (yes I have my driver’s license (go-carts)) it was telling me that I needed to verify my e-mail/g-mail address and that a reply was awaiting me over in Google Reader, so back I went. It told me that my original attempt to hook up had been in vain: Oh! I think I need a trip to Fantasy Island and rest awhile in the belltower. With all this said, I think I’m off to bed.

PS: If I have inadvertently called anyone by the wrong name in any of the postings I have put to your blog sites, please excuse this as well…

I just finished finding the egg on the Google Calendar (I say boy… It’s blue). Jolene and Kimberly were very helpful with this endeavor. We did this through an impromptu Skype Cast. Yes, I now have that capability. We did incur a problem though: We could only view that of each other when holding a 1 on 1 conversation. As soon as we attempted to add a 3rd person in on the conversation the cameras quit. The audio (fortunately) did continue. I think maybe it had something to do with not being on the proper airwave so-to-speak.

Also, we continued on with Google Reader and the adding of Weblog addresses. I must admit that some of my/our classmates out there have this cyber stuff down to that of a fine science/art – Congrats!

In re: to the Google Calendar (this is just a thought) – I think it would be an excellent tool for all high school students. Why buy an agenda (we do that here yearly at $10.00 a pop) when students could make up their own to update and develop: daily, weekly, monthly and yearly? I’m also thinking that they would be ever so much the easier to keep track of, find and how about some mark value in between time for across the curriculum skill development?

I have just created my own google calendar but am unable to find the Easter Egg within that of the public domain? I take it that this is apart of the plan? Anyhoo… I’ll take a risk: Has anyone one out there on the bunny trail happened to have come across the egg I’m looking for?

PS: It belongs to Fog Horn Leg Horn and he is wanting it back for a closer look see: “I say boy what’s up with them colored eggs anyhoo? Has that Peacock been visiting the Hen House again?”

Well I just spent the last 3 hours attempting to talk to people and am getting the feeling that my technology doesn’t want to let me out of the building. I was able to make visuals and hear incoming communicado but was unable to have anyone hear me (which may be a good thing). I did manage to respond to those “whisperings in mine ear” through that of Skype Text Messaging: I guess this is all good just so long as I don’t break any fingers in between time. Anyhoo… some $90.00 plus dollars later, I still have the same problem. I have tried something new; tomorrow I shall try something borrowed, and maybe get a refund on what I have spent today.