Brief Notes for a Sunday

These don't even count as "Short Shorts." Just a few non-funny observations to fill space.

1. I saw Avengers: Infinity War on Friday and had a great time, but I don't know yet whether I'll bother doing any kind of review post about it.

2. 2018's A to Z Challenge ends tomorrow (Monday), and after that, I'll have more time for my own day-to-day interests, such as writing this blog instead of forty-seven comments per day on other people's blogs. Heh.

3. Some of you people come here only occasionally, which is fine, and there are others out there who come here but don't often leave comments (Right, Roy, haha?). I wouldn't even think of dropping your blogs. But sometime soon, regrettably, I'm going to be deleting two blogs from my sidebar's blogroll. Their authors never come to my blog. One of the two I'll no longer be following is a blog I've been reading for almost ten years, and I don't know why he stopped visiting me quite some time ago. He doesn't even answer most of the commenters on his own blog. The other is a guy whose blog I found through a previous year's A to Z Challenge (2014? 2016?). He read a few of my A to Z posts that year, but since then, he's only shown up here once that I know of, and that's only because I suggested he do so because of a particular post I knew he'd appreciate.

Hm. I spent a lot more time than I expected to spend on that last paragraph. I guess it's bothering me more than I thought I would. So it goes.

See you Wednesday.

Thanks for your time.

A Kinda/Sorta Personal "Short Shorts" Post

1. The above photo is of that little fifth pocket that's in most pairs of jeans. You know, that weird little pocket-in-a-pocket. But do you know what it's called, and why it's there?

Back in the late 1800s, most men carried a pocket watch, and they usually kept it in either their waistcoat pockets, or their vest pockets. Well, when hard-working cowboys did that -- and keep in mind that there were a lot of cowboys back then, as opposed to now -- the watches tended to get broken. The Levi Strauss company, makers of -- duh! -- Levi's jeans, created that extra pocket specifically for pocket watches, and called it, predictably, a "watch pocket".

Nowadays, not a lot of people carry pocket watches, preferring a wristwatch if they have a watch at all. (I don't. I just use my cell phone when I want to know the time.)

So, what do I use my watch pocket for?

I use my watch pocket to hold a tiny bottle of nitroglycerin tablets, which I've carried with me almost every day since my heart attack four years ago.

What do you use yours for?

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2. And speaking of cell phones, which I was, kinda/sorta...

The above photo of a cell phone looks very much like my own cell phone. In fact, the above photo looks exactly like my cell phone. Same brand, same model, etc.

I've had a few people -- mostly people working for AT&T -- suggest that I upgrade to a better -- in other words, pricier -- model. I'd rather not. I like the one I have.

The only thing about this model that I don't like is that whenever I text or compose an email, I have to hit each key a specified amount of time to get a specific letter. You know the drill, right? Hit the "2" key once for "A", twice for "B", and so on. And if I want to get two letters that are on the same key, I have to pause for a bit so the phone will "know" that I want an "A" (one tap) followed by a "B" (two taps) instead of a "C" (one tap plus two taps equals three taps)! Sheesh!!!

Therefore, words like "baby," "moon," "definition," "sidebar," "money," "ended," "about," "high," and many, many more like those are a nightmare to write!

In fact, the word "nightmare" is a nightmare, too!

So, I always have to proofread my texts and emails to make sure I've paused long enough, otherwise I'll have results like the day I went to add the name "Mark Murphy" to my address book, and hit the "7" key twice, too quickly, when I wanted an "R" and a "P," and came up with "Mark Mushy".

As it happened, when I told Mark about the mistake, he asked me to keep it that way. He has a strange sense of humor. He and I get along well, as you may have guessed.

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3. I'm not really expecting any comments on this post, despite the fact that I asked a question in #1. (Usually when I do that, the question gets ignored.) Having said that, a post which I expect nobody to comment about is invariably the type of post which gets, like, eight million comments! We'll see.

Thanks for your time.