Why do machines have to make us feel stupid?

Stopped to the ATM tonight on the way home. The problem is, I never use my ATM card... I had an idea of what I thought my PIN might be, but I wasn't positive.

So sure enough, I got it wrong. It asked me to re-enter it, so I tried my second guess. My mom had always said it eats your card if you get it wrong three times, so I figured I'd try two, if that didn't work, I'd give up and come home to look it up.

I tried my second guess, and it started beeping while saying no, that wasn't it, either. Now, it spit the card out, which is good, 'cause that's certainly better than having it give me another try and attempt to eat it. But all the while, it's beeping. I pull the card out, it's still beeping. And not just beeping -- accusatory beeping. Like "HEY, STUPID, YOU LOOK LIKE A CROOK, WHY DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR DAMN PIN, ARE YOU TRYING TO RIP ME OFF, HEY EVERYBODY, COME LOOK AT THE MORON!" Seriously. I was glad nobody was around, 'cause I would've been embarassed, being yelled at like that by a stupid ATM.

And people wonder why I hate ATMs so much.

They're breeding like bunnies

This is getting ridiculous. First, I couldn't get any GMail invites. Then, I got one. Then, I got six, and everybody else got a bunch, and I can't even give them away anymore. And now, when I'd gotten rid of a few, I find tonight that I suddenly have two more. They're like horny bunnies, man -- leave 'em alone and they multiply.

Anyone want GMail? Anyone at all?

Woo, Fair Day!

Fair Day is tomorrow (Sunday). Woo!

I'm gonna eat myself stupid. I've already got a craving for fried dough... or maybe dough nuggets... or "pizza-frite." Whatever. Whichever stand I'm closest to when I feel like eating it, I suppose.

I'm gonna scope out the random crap in the Center of Progress Building. And buy some cheese curd. And maybe some cow erasers, if they still have those, since I used to have a whole collection of them and can't find any of them now. And check out the sand sculpture, and the butter sculpture. Maybe watch the parade, or whoever's on the center stage (whatever they're calling it this year, now that's it's not Cole Court. Too bad about that... I enjoyed seeing the Mufflebus, even though they never let me go inside it. Bastids). Definitely gotta get me a spiedie. Maybe even play some I-Got-It.

I love the Fair. So much to do (and eat). We used to meet up with the family there, but they don't seem to go when we do anymore. Even without seeing people, though, going out there always feels like some sort of grand, happy adventure. It might be a long Thruway trip, but I have a lot of good memories associated with it, times when we went out to see family for Memorial Day or Labor Day or a cousin's wedding, knowing that the Mohawk would follow us there and when we passed the Beech-Nut factory, we were almost back home again.