More casting a jaundiced eye on the passing scene...

Computers have been around now since the abacus, and we still can't get it right....

With three operating systems on here, (Win-8, Win-8.1, and Win-10) it takes a while to get all of those updated, scanned, and cleaned up before the actual use can really get started. And I have to wonder why that set of actions couldn't all be automated in a manner similar to the regular Start-up procedure. Why do we have to go through all this "One little Indian, Two little Indian, Three little Indian" bullshit every time we fire up this goddamned contraption? If it can connect me to some bone-in-the-nose Bunga-Bungian in blackest Africa in just nanoseconds, why can't it confirm that all its systems are functioning normally, have up-to-date security, and can differentiate between their bottom ends and page nine?

And why are we being subjected to the tortuous blatherings of wanna-be TV personalities in the middle of the night when having the stations off the air for regular maintenance might be far more preferable? In more sensible times, they turned off the nitwits at midnight or one in the morning, put on a Test Pattern, with soothing music, and let you relax with your remnants of sanity intact. And they call this "progress". Progress, my ass! What do we need with some scrawny bitch in her sweats saying she dreamt she climbed Mount Everest in her Maidenform Bra, at three in the morning during a rainstorm? Or some long-dead actor from a disgustingly average series of the 1960s mumbling on about yet another cops-and-robbers epic that should have been flushed instead of filmed? Or a gang of guys who look like escapees from the wrecking yard who haven't seen soap and water in months trying to show us how to overhaul some tattered and bent old hulk of a sports car made in Britain in the 1970s? Britain has never been famous for making top-quality cars. They are much more famous for making some of the most persistent mobile repair bills known to man. That's why their women took up horseback riding....they couldn't depend on the cars. And why the Queen has a herd of dogs... to keep those horses off the lawn.