I’ve got my Igoogle set up so that when I click the icon for Mozilla it’s all there. All decorated (Elena Suprun) just like home. The latest widget I’ve acquired is the Writers Idea Bank; every time you refresh the page, 5 more crazy ideas pop up. Great for blogging too!
This morning it asked me to imagine kissing someone twice my age. That would mean someone of 108. Needless to say, I refreshed the page.
Showing posts with label Google. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Google. Show all posts
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving
to any who pass by that celebrate today.
I was interested to see that I had a visitor via Google who’d Googled a date and I’d appeared because I’d written a post on that day from my handwritten diaries. I had a look to see what else had come up on that day; odds and ends, nothing historical. I suppose there must still be days left in history where nothing much at all happened.
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that Dominique had started to smoke cigars, not discreet slim ones, but fat Cuban types. I couldn’t smell the cigars in my dream which was a pity. Last night I dreamt I could play the mouth organ. I’m sure that Freud would have plenty to say about these ‘oral’ dreams.
Back in the real world, it’s blowing a gale today. I got soaked when I went to collect the post. We still haven’t used the heating yet except for the bathroom very early in the mornings. As I write, we're having sideways rain (as Phyllis would say) and it's very misty, low cloud I think, sea-level cloud? What’s the weather like today where you are?
to any who pass by that celebrate today.
I was interested to see that I had a visitor via Google who’d Googled a date and I’d appeared because I’d written a post on that day from my handwritten diaries. I had a look to see what else had come up on that day; odds and ends, nothing historical. I suppose there must still be days left in history where nothing much at all happened.
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that Dominique had started to smoke cigars, not discreet slim ones, but fat Cuban types. I couldn’t smell the cigars in my dream which was a pity. Last night I dreamt I could play the mouth organ. I’m sure that Freud would have plenty to say about these ‘oral’ dreams.
Back in the real world, it’s blowing a gale today. I got soaked when I went to collect the post. We still haven’t used the heating yet except for the bathroom very early in the mornings. As I write, we're having sideways rain (as Phyllis would say) and it's very misty, low cloud I think, sea-level cloud? What’s the weather like today where you are?
Friday, October 06, 2006
Queen of Indian Brandy Brandee
Three years ago I wrote about Indian Brandy. It’s been one of the most frequent Google searches here since. In June some one called Rose emailed me to say that she had discovered that it could be spelt Indian Brandee which certainly seemed to fit what I remembered of it. I’m writing this post because there has been a recent surge of Indian brandy visitors. I hope they are satisfied with the information they find.
Three years ago I wrote about Indian Brandy. It’s been one of the most frequent Google searches here since. In June some one called Rose emailed me to say that she had discovered that it could be spelt Indian Brandee which certainly seemed to fit what I remembered of it. I’m writing this post because there has been a recent surge of Indian brandy visitors. I hope they are satisfied with the information they find.
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