
this is the pop-up that stares me in the face every time I tried to submit a post to Blogger, as in, huh? I finally figured it out that OPERA, my browser, was flagging Blogger as a site that was distributing malicious software which wasn't an issue on other browsers. For example, it's not so on Internet Explorer, however IE does not allow me to post pics, the upload button doesn't work, another huh. So tonight's post is presented to you by way of Firefox. Although OPERA allows me to ignore their warning and submit my Blogger post irregardless, I'm not at all 100 percent secure that OPERA instead isn't in fact the site that's been hacked and impersonating a double agent. Or something like that. That said, I now have to come up with something to blog about. I prefer to blog impromptu.
What Hawaii should be thankful for and is hugely thankful for is the uncharacteristic absence of hurricanes this season. Usually there's a swarm of tropical storms originating off the coast of Baja California on the annual itinerary and rarely does any not fizzle out by the time they reach the islands. However, before they fizzled out, at least some of the tropical storms grew into lower strength category hurricanes. This year, none, and to my knowledge, meteorologist never went pass the letter B naming tropical disturbances. I say, thankful, because the remnants of the former hurricanes subjugate us to week long heat spells of high humidity during the flyby. This year, none. No steaming outdoor saunas so far in 2010, how did we manage to survive. Oh I forget, we were all watching Hawaii Five-O. During the very first minute of Hawaii Five-0, there's always an obligatory murder in some gruesome form or other. We have lift-off, if you may. Immediately followed by the steady precipitation of the series soap opera M.O. Then back and forth to the pursuit of Mr. or Miss Whodunit, the butler, my sister's pet rabit, by the Fantastic Four .... McGarrett, Danno, Chin and Grace. Of more import, the plot swiftly begins to unveil the diabolical motive behind the current episode's murder du jour replete with a cone of probability, or cone of uncertainty, of the evil forces that commissioned the homicide a full hour earlier.