Friday, March 7, 2008

Six Word Memoir

I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it. - Pablo Picasso

I've been tagged with a task by Beth Now my instructions were to follow the instructions on her post and create a six word memoir. This game was appartently invented by Ernest Hemingway while drinking with a friend in some remote Island bar. Hemingway bet $10 he could sum up his life in six words. Here is his summary; For Sale: Baby Shoes; never worn. I liked Beth's better. I hope no one paid him the ten dollars. Here's my entry: The road's been long but doable. I don't think Ernest had a computer. I've been up most of the night trying to read the help sections of blogspot for instructions on how to add links, etc. I've reached out by e-mail for help. So, if I tag you, you dang well better play this little game. Do I look like someone to be trifled with? The rules say pass it on so here goes:

Sycamore Canyon, . Keanan Brand, Jadesmith, . Eaglewing, You've been tagged.

Here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you'd like.

3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to this original post , so we can track it as it moves across the blogosphere.

4. Tag five more blogs with links.

5. And, don't forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

Who writes these help sections anyway? They always have a question or two at the end of the entry asking if the help was useful. I am usually so befuddled, I refuse to even answer. My son-in-law can read that stuff, but he dosen't really enjoy explaining it to me. My first computer was a Commodore 64 K. I didn't know how to work it either. I'm like a pilot who buys a plane and then takes it out in a field to learn how to fly.

Here's what I started with. This was hard enough, and I said Oh $@#*, quite a few times while learning to change floppy disks to get the monochrome screen to light up. Now I'm flying in cybespace with no clue.

Here's what my cockpit looks like in comparison to the old one and I'm getting insturctions from kids on the ground as I fly at warp speed to who knows where. I'm going to try and land this puppy in a little while, so I recommend you get out of whatever flimsy little structure you are in and head for the nearest bunker.