We have an ATM (or as we say in the south, “ATM machine”) in my area that talks to you. The problem I have with it is the voice, while it is a sexy sounding woman, is a slight British accent. What we need is one that speaks our language. “Hi cuz. Stick yer card in” “Thanks, now punch in yer number” (Boop, beep, beep, boop) “Nope, that ain’t yer number, try the last four digits of your phone number” (Beep, beep boop beep) “That’s it. now how much money ya want darlin’?” (Boop, boop, boop, beep, beep) “Now sugar, you know you ain’t got thatRead More →

For any of the dozen or so of you following this blog, you will notice something different. First, the look isn’t the same. Second, most of the content is gone. The reason for this is I have moved it to WordPress. I will be tweaking the design some and moving the (good) content over here. The old blog is still active at thatweirduncle.blogspot.comRead More →

I can remember like it was yesterday, coming home from work (1972, I was working a dream job for a music nut like myself at a wholesale record and tape company), pulling out an LP (that I bought at a discount) from the rack (Elton John’s Honky Chateau, CCR’s Cosmo’s Factory, or maybe Black Sabbath’s first), taking the disk out of the sleeve, and after placing it on the turntable, carefully placing the needle on the desired track. Maybe I wanted to play the entire side, or maybe just one or two tracks. When that side was finished I would turn the LP over andRead More →