Archive | May, 2011

The Universal Ode 2 Oprah

31 May

I’ve been silent, yes.

I’ve been silent because I cannot talk about it.

I really can’t.

So I’ll let everybody else…

Like her.  And her.  And, well, I’ll end here.  Because I just can’t talk about it. 

I really can’t.

Most Searched For…

2 May

The very interesting thing about having a blog is seeing the search terms people use that landed them at your tiny piece of internet real estate.

Although sometimes the search terms/words are rather disturbing, I must say. What are people THINKING in the privacy of their homes searching for random body parts and teeth subjects?

And why did it lead them to MY blog?!

There was one post I did that brought tons of traffic. In fact, it was so disturbing that I had to remove the post altogether. Talk about weirdos. I just pictured pot bellied middle-aged men wearing way too tight ribbed tank tops with their severely hairy shoulders exposed slouched in darkened rooms Googling a particular word and ending up here. Ewwwwwwwwwww.

The most common search terms that lead people to this blog  have been:

the Hollywood sign, particularly at n.i.g.h.t. (dots deliberate)

I wonder why so many people Google that.

author Anne Lamott

I know! I get it; I LOVE HER.

TV Commercial Work

Seems there are lots of folks wanting/trying to break into television commercials. I get it. I do. Especially as a long-term cubicle dweller with paper cuts. I SOOOO get it.

actor Scott Patterson

I still love this man, more than Sonny Corinthos on General Hospital. Luke has taken up residence in my heart. I’ll probably be 100 years old and still watching tattered DVD’s of “Gilmore Girls” reruns ’cause of Luke Danes.

lemon coolers

Good to know I’m not the only one who remembers/appreciates these wonder cookies from childhood.

I often wonder what people think when they land here and they were looking for something totally different. I mean, they came hunting the “Hollywood sign at night” only to stumble upon the ramblings of an ornery, shifty right-brainer who’s not even consistent with posting.

Ah, but that’s the beauty of the internets. Detours. Frustration. Serendipity.