BurningbirdI’m trying out Blogger Pro functionality for review purposes, so expect things to come and go (Yes, I am still doing MT, but review first, play later).
Actually very nice tool! It might not have all the bells and whistles, but what it does have is very attractive. The ability to draft a posting, and then repost it and have the same comments attached is incredible!
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More Google fun. I know that Cam thinks that Googlewhacking is nothing more than surfing Google with the Mature Content Filter set to “off”, but it’s still one of my favorite tech toys. Besides, we all know that Cam is an effete snob, anyway. (Just joking Cam! Honest! Really! Cross my heart!)
I’m getting some interesting Google search patterns in my little Google trapper. I can’t tell if someone is sending me GIM or if there are a lot of interesting people in the world.
One is based on a misspelling of mine — Saudi Arabia, rather than Saudi Arabia (since corrected). The search is insurance company in saudi arabia. I’m third in Google for this one. Try this one out and look very very carefully at the title for my link in the result set. Now, if you were looking for an insurance company in Saudi Arabia, would you click my link?
My favorite is bird spike canada. Now, doesn’t that just sound like a drink?
“What will you have?”
“Yeah, I’ll have a Bird Spike Canada.”
“Do you want that with a twist?”
What would you put into a drink called the Bird Spike Canada?
‘m trying out Blogger Pro functionality for review purposes, so expect things to come and go (Yes, I am still doing MT, but review first, play later).
Actually very nice tool! It might not have all the bells and whistles, but what it does have is very attractive. The ability to draft a posting, and then repost it and have the same comments attached is incredible!
10:29pm
After the first 1/2 hour all I can say is, this (Laura Croft:Tomb Raider) will improve, won’t it? The rest of the movie isn’t this bad, is it?
Update Bad. Really bad. After an hour I finally shut it off. How did Angelina Jolie get herself into this tripe?
The War Bus was better, and in that movie, some of the “dead” extras got up and ran during one of the scenes when the fire got too close — and the camera kept rolling. < edit />
10:25pm
After concerned emails from friends of the Bird (?), I decided I needed to lighten up. Do you know how I’m going to do this, hmmm?
I’m going to watch that horrible, trashy, overplayed, and oversexed movie “Laura Croft: Tomb Raiders”. This is another movie I haven’t seen and decided to try.
Woman kicking butt. What’s not to like?
10:08pm
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Most webloggers post links to interesting tidbits or other weblogs, inserting comments as appropriate. Other webloggers post notes to their blogs about events in the day — writing to a diary in the sky. There are funny weblogs and mad weblogs and work weblogs and awards weblogs and so on.
And then there are the ones like me, who drop everything in your lap with the ease of the clumsiest of waiters. I’m blue, you’ll hear about it. I’m sad, you’ll hear about it. I’m mad — well, we already how much you hear of that.
With me, you’re all peeping toms, except instead of peeking through a window and seeing my naked body, you’re reading my weblog and seeing my naked soul. On a daily basis, I scrape part of my existence off, and serve it to you on toast made of cosmos and thinly stretched wire. Shelleymite.
Good, now that the squeamish have left, we can get down into some deeper talk.
I walked along the beach tonight as sunset folded into the darkness and thought about the funny directions my life has taken, and the directions it will be taking. I thought about my decision to move to St. Louis and what that meant, and I knew that this was a path I’m no longer meant to take. My direction lies elsewhere now. I’ll make my home as best as I can in the shadow of the bridges.
I thought about my writing and my weblog and about you, who are reading this.
And one final thing I thought of: I will no longer celebrate my love of life and my delight in people by allowing ugliness on this weblog. I may write of things that aren’t pretty, and I may be shallow or twisted and I may burn and I may laugh and cry or pontificate and tease and joke and a host of other things — but I will not allow ugliness on this weblog again.
My guarantee. Not to you, no offense. To myself.
Shelleymite — tastes just like chocolate.
Update: And all my regular weblog readers are going “Yeah. Right. We’ve heard this before. Pull the other one, Shelley.”
No seriously. I mean it this time. Honest. Cross my heart. <edit />
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The water of the Bay is remarkably calm today, almost glassy in spots. A very rare occurrence.
There was a sailboat fairly close to shore, and I could actually see it’s reflection in the water. It was a very pretty sight.
Unfortunately, the lack of wind that helped calm the waters also calmed the boat’s sails — my joy in the sight of the boat probably suffers in comparison to the curses of the sailboat captain who must now turn on his or her motor in order to continue.
Enough distraction, back to MT.