Who is MM?
As usual there is a story behind “MM” that many can relate to.
I have a lifelong friend, - I installed an 8 track player in a new car for him
when I was 15 - whom I call the “Brain Damaged Farmer from North
Florida”, another story there, that has no business using a confuser (to
him, Rio Linda and the flatlanders in the south of Jefferson county) to the
rest of the world that would be a computer. He will call with some
problem expecting I will be forthcoming with a resolution. Any inquiry
on my part in an endeavor to interpret a resolution is typically met with
a completely argumentative discourse of any and all information
currently on screen along with more perspicacity about how it “was just
working and what he thinks is the problem”. Furthermore, he threatens
to blow up the confuser and burn down the building in which it resides.
After a few well-deserved ceremonious libations I make a futile attempt
to ascertain ONLY the information I want - most of the time,
unsuccessfully. About the Fourth time around the bush I will suggest
something to the effect - “You called me looking for help, I didn't call you.
My computer works fine. Do you want help or not. I really don't give a
rat’s ass.” Consequently he says I'm just like a cotton mouth moccasin
which is the only snake that will go out of his way to try and bite you,
hence the name moccasin and the avatar above. My youngest Son is
much the same when he is queried for assistance - give us precisely
what we ask and leave off the spasmodic promulgation. My friend
started calling him the “Mini Mock” and added “Master” to my tag line so
now you know the rest of the superfluous story, as Paul Harvey would
say.
Master Moccasin