Showing posts with label Yahoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yahoo. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

mehmory block

My self-aborbed life has had a few interruptions. Not sure how I ever managed to be a husband and father. I'm a lousy person when I reflect upon the lack of effort I've put into relationships.
I've reconnected with a friend and I feel things for her in the past couple weeks that I hadn't in the previous fifteen years. Maybe I got burnt out after trying to understand her and when she re-emerged ten years ago I was cold towards her.  We kept in touch with birthday wishes and such, but I didn't recall any of the interaction until getting around to searching my semi-abandoned yahoo account yesterday.
Reading my words to her in '05, '06, '07, '08 & '10, I now sense wonder of whether I wrote the things I wrote, for I don' t recall any of the exchanges. They're my words for I recognize my sentence structure along with the words within, but yet they seem alien to my memories. I was horrid and detached.
I didn't realize how much hurt I felt the last time I saw her in '98. I buried a part of myself that somehow became uncovered after fifteen plus years.
I hated myself for liking her, but now she's back and everything seems different in a good way.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Yahoo

Seems like  yesterday I was griping about a tampon ad, well I got this prompt from Yahoo! when I tried to logon this afternoon (I opted out):

You're invited


Switch to the new Yahoo! Mail. All of your emails, contacts, folders and attachments will be waiting for you.
  Let's Go  

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

puzzled by targeted ads in yahoo banner

WTH? I've had a Yahoo! account since 1997 and I just saw an ad for Playtex TAMPONS crawl across my email banner.

Am I missing something? Are there new uses to their products? I'd think that after 15 years they'd be able to market products better.

I'd understand if someone else used my email or PC on occasion, but HAL Jr has only been used by yours truly since K got HIS laptop. J never gets online at home, but if she does it's on K's laptop.