Let’s go ahead and get it out of the way that Internet history is a personal thing. It’s specific, random, and only accounts for the things we were curious/needing to know about at the time. If I were to browse through my own history, I’d probably wonder why I was looking up the origin of Matthew McConaughey’s “Alright alright alright” saying. And then why I needed to know the history behind McConaughey, and if his tan is natural, and how unhealthy is it to lose that much weight, is his mother related to Helen Mirren, and so on. It’s a chain of never-ending clicks – especially when Wikipedia is involved. Pretty much like everyone, I’d likely be embarrassed for others to search my searches – just for the sheer randomness of it all. (Though Google probably has a nice little list keeping track.) Which is why I get really excited […]
On many occasions I’ve found that the childhood entertainment I spent hours enjoying weren’t exactly norms for others. While I loved Petticoat Junction sprinkled in between showings of Who’s the Boss, All in the Family, or a personal favorite, The Cosby Show, others were spending their time outside of TV Land. Now-a-days, when I make post office jokes, followed by, “Classic Sam Drucker,” it’s met with stares and/or confusion. The 40-and-over crowd, however, cackle with delight; they know it’s what all the B-Jos would have wanted. Bobbi Jo, Betty Jo, and Billie Jo — not pictured, Uncle Joe All ages can recall the character of Steve Urkel, but by way of common knowledge, not necessarily by experience. Few have yet to watch a single episode of Family Matters. At least that’s the conclusion I came to after announcing that I wanted to travel via Urk-pad, Urkel’s transportation device. Suitcase, Schmootcase […]
As per my regular complaints, my job consists of a self-rigged one that I run from my office/guest bedroom. My work uniforms are sweats, and Monday through every-other Friday I can be found drinking gallons of tea and fighting early onset carpal tunnel. But now my job also comes with a literal park view and more natural light than my pale skin knows what to do with. Sure the move came some serious changes, like locating all my dinosaur figurines before I could continue working, but other than books looking for their correct decimal order or the lost glitter dino, it’s back to usual. In her next film Miss Deville should be an example of how smoking can ruin a personality. …or so logic would have me believe. Technology has other plans. Instead my second screen is in constant sleep mode, internet speeds are hitting a regular .14 MG (how […]
Knowing I needed another reason to love them, WordPress created this cute little chart outlining my bloggerly accomplishments. Have a gander to see what EoG brought forth in its novice year. Here’s an excerpt: 600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views. Click here to see the complete report.
“I know what I have to do. I’ve got to go Red Ross. You know, Red Ross? The time we were all waiting in line for Dances With Wolves and that guy cut in line in front of us and I just lost it?! Screamed at him – turned all Red Ross?!” -Ross Geller, Friends Every few days, just when I’m sitting down to a fabulous cup of apricot mango black tea, or when I’ve just earned a huge Viggle bonus just for being me (which likely means checking into Supernatural or I Love Lucy), I’m met with a real downer. Coming in various forms, these hunks of bad news almost always come via email. And they almost always throw me into an instant state of anger. Like the road rage of the interweb, these events keep on coming. Perhaps it was a drifter telling me he could do my […]
I’m a firm believer in the idea of happy coincidences. I also believe in bad ones. So rather, I supposed I’m a believer in things happening. Daily events, the status quo – you have my full support. On the thumbs-up days, I am of course excited. Like the time I found a zombie-face tomato in my garden, or when I interviewed a real life Gladiator. (The American kind – although both versions wear precarious shapes of leather.) For these reasons and because I give my change to the Salvation Army, Fate, sometimes loves me –actual Fate, not the girl I once met in college asking where she could purchase intravenous drugs. What is it about cardigans and ballerina flats that screams, “I SELL DRUGS?” Other times Fate is a real life ruiner, like when the State of Kansas forced me to trade in my perfectly good license plate for a […]
Note: In honor of one of my favorite authors, Sue Grafton (who is not releasing a novel this holiday season), today’s blog was named after a letter. It was also her books that led me to another beloved author, Edward Gorey, whose The Gashlycrumb Tinies sparked Grafton’s alphabet murders. Ahh, what Thanksgiving spirit they have. Oh Amazon, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: Thou art kind (Why yes, I’d love to check out your daily specials.), complimentary (My review helped how many shoppers? What a flatterer you are, Zon.). And thou hast the memory of a 20-something on an entire bottle of ginkgo biloba (What’s waiting in checkout? Oh right; thanks for the head’s up.). But most importantly, thee knows mine own heart more thoroughly than any other. Pages and pages of my desires are lined up in detail – all that which were provided with […]