Features:A "feature" in the case of the DVD Profiler is an addition to the DVD subject that is not normally expected.
Most of the items you see in the Profiler's "Edit Screen" did not exist on the original profiler, but have been added for convenience. You once had to spell them out.
If a DVD didn't have an interactive menu you would not be able select the audio tracks, subtitles or chapters before the movie started.
Since DVDs have more storage space than tape, CDs or laser discs, more access capabilities were added. the "interactive" menu has become a standard feature in one form or another for ease of access to the other features of the DVD.
Don't talk to me about age, I'm old enough to be your father, 73 May the 5th.
My excuse is as follows:
Dyslexia.I’ve always been somewhat dyslexic, then:
Five years ago, April 30, 2002, after weeding my rock lawn, many in Arizona don’t have grass lawns, I entered my home and I was having trouble breathing. I doused my head with cold water, no help. Assuming I was having a heart attack of some kind, I grabbed my remote phone, headed for the door while calling 911. I explained what was happening and said I’d be sitting outside in front of my truck, come and get me. Lucky me, the rescue/fire station is only a few blocks away and the hospital two miles up the road and an ace heart team just happened to be there when I arrived. Although I don’t remember, I signed the release for test trial angioplasty. I have since retained a copy of the hospital records, it looks like my signature; in fact it has never looked better since.
They drilled out the blockage and put a stint in. So far so good, but then I don’t remember. I do remember walking down the hall with a nurse's aide and seeing the cardiologist. I’m told when I came around I pulled all wires and tubes out and tried to kick every bodies back side. I did this twice so I’m told. They had a nurse’s aid watching me for rest of the time I spent in the hospital. Also it seems among other things I had forgotten how to swallow and everything went down the wrong pipe.
Nobody but my neighbors knew where I was and one got a report I was died.
I had given my remote phone to my neighbor at the day of the rescue,
A week later this phone ring. It was a friend, a fellow engineer co-worker of 35 years, wondering if I had any new DVDs he could borrow. By that time I had been using the DVD Profiler for over two years and was totally addicted to collecting DVDs. My neighbor was surprised that the phone (the latest nine gega scramble job) still worked after a week, explained the situation.
May 8th 2002 the day my friend found where I was. He peeked around the curtain. He said there I was laying on a gurney, flopping around with a hose down my throat having my lungs pump out. He ask the nurse, “isn’t that bad”, she oh, no we do that all the time.
You see I thought I was being held by smugglers and I had a secret DNA hidden in one of my teeth. That same date, May the 8th I remember believing that my captures had given me an ultimatum, if I didn’t come clean they were going to kill me. I even thought I had seen my old ’63 Avanti was parked on the side of the building, Of course the “they” was really the doctors and hospital staff. It was a fun time. I guess I’d been reading to many spy novels on my many plane trips across the country.
Every day every “ologist” in dictionary would come by to check me out but really think just trying to get their share of my Medicare. On hospital report I saw pages and pages of these charges.
It was a fun time. I was being feed through a stomach tube with wires connected all over the place. One of my little watchers would delight in announcing that he was going get something eat I would beg him to bring me something to eat. I of course I didn’t know that I didn’t know how to swallow.
They stuck me in some kind of special breathing room, one pulmonary doctor who wore old time aviator’s cap and funny glasses, a Groucho Marx look-a-like had invented a new breathing device and decided to try it out on me, it literally blew apart. I promised his demise if I ever saw him again.
Then I acquired a new bacteria strain that are so prevalent in hospitals today, so one night in came two gals with some sort of device made by my old employer G.E. They placed a tourniquet on my out stitched arm and my arm on a table. With the G.E. device hovering over my arm while one of the gals tried to placate me, the other peered into an oscilloscope, I of course was told not move. After what seemed like eons the peering gal shouted something like eureka and the other gal took something out of the G.E. device and went off to get it developed and send it off to the CDC, (Center for Disease Control). The next night the same thing all over again. It appears they would be looking for another new bacteria. But when they finally got a picture of it, a gigantic thunder storm hit, power went off and the picture was lost in the developing process. So we did it all over again. My right arm still hurts if hold it straight out.
Friends who came to visit, later told me that at first I would be pretty lucid, but eventually go on a tangent. That’s nothing new., this was something I found out in the military that I could get rid of officers if start explaining everything down to bit level, There eyes would glaze over and they suddenly would have a meeting to go to. I later would use the same practice to get rid of management. Old habits again resurfacing.
Every once in awhile some guy would come in to my room move me bed and all down the corridor or at times even into a van (bed and all) to someplace and to where or for what purpose I never knew. After about a month of this or so I guess they were getting pretty feed up with me. They got together with my friend gave him the situation. He told them hell I wasn’t like this before I came to this place. I had been telling them to let me go home before you SOBs kill me. He then gave me a fatherly talk that if I didn’t get my act together they were going to ship me off to the funny farm. This some how got through to me. They and my friend picked new rehab center.
So off again I went this time in an ambulance. It was a weekend and nobody paid much attention to me. My room a very large room seemed to be the place where all the aides goofed off. They were making great sport of me. One was declaring that I was some drunk they picked up off the street. After all I had not shaved nor had a hair cut in weeks.
Sometimes they would use it as a meeting place to try and make out. I thought at times I was going to get my own private porn show.
The next Monday the fun started. A gal entered with another G.E. device and scoped my throat while I tried to swallow nothing. Gave me some exercises and in a day or so I had learned how swallow all over again. Ah, finally solid food. But I had trouble marking the menu. So I ask for and got a pen and some paper. I practiced the writing exercises from grade school. (In my day we wrote with a real pen and ink, no not a quill pen.) Next how walk. Then they sit me on one of those big exercise balls and tried to push me over so I could get my balance back. Then up and down the halls with a walker. At last I got to shower myself. That felt so good. Ever try to shave with one of those throw-a-way Bic razors. What a hatchet job.
Tests and more tests. During this time I noticed at a distance I was seeing double. But up close each eye was seeing it’s half of a page, but the brain wasn’t putting the images together as one image. I closed one eye and aha at the end of the room only one TV set, one computer, one set of light fixtures, etc I never told them about this. By this time I was learning how to retrain by myself. First when I looked start ahead, then up, then side to side then at all angles until I saw one copy of every thing.
For most of my life, 65 years, I had vision problems primarily I used my right eye and used one eye or the other depending on the occasion. Now all of a sudden both eyes working at the same time, but not together. Now after many hours of practice they work together. I had to practice driving over and over to judge where the curb was.
About nine months later when I went in for regular eye exam, my optometrist was amazed. He thought he had the wrong chart. I explain what had happened.
Finally after five and half weeks I got go home, but where were my clothes, billfold, shoes, etc. Naturally nobody knew anything. To this day nobody knows. I never found why all this happened. My friend said you don’t want to know. I have looked at the records, no help. I decided that it was better to forget it. I was alive and kicking and every thing was working okay.
But when I got to go home my phone was not working, the surge protector saved my computer. Must have been the same thunder storm I bet.
SO that’s my excuse for typos and omitting an occasional word.