Disturbing search requests, or
Disturbing search requests, or “How did someone searching for ‘naked tiny pickle’ get to my site?”
I just went and looked at the amount of clothes I bought yesterday, I thought there were far more than there actually are. I’m bored as hell right now, trying to find something interesting to do, but completely obsessing on growing my blog readership. I have no idea why. Why do we want people to read our silly little musings? Is it an attention thing? People don’t want others to read their diaries, why their blogs?
Embarrassing moment: at dinner after I got married, I asked my uncle if he would like to dip his meat in my sauce. Of course I meant about our food, but I don’t think I’ve ever blushed that hard in my life.
There are rumblings that the government is intercepting messages from Al Qaida planning another terrorist attack on the scale of September 11. Tie that in with the missing cyanide and I’m glad we have a home water delivery service. Will we ever be secure again? Even now when I hear a plane flying low, I cringe. I remember the first planes that flew over the house after the ban on flights was lifted. I expected any one of them to come crashing down on us. And a couple of months later, one did crash in New York. My second daughter was 4 days old on 9/11, and while we watched the news reports, all I could do was just hold her tight and shake. Tears well up even now, writing about that horrible day. I think what struck me most was the next week… all the flags everywhere, all the television channels either pre-empted by news or off the air with a memorial page on screen, or (in the case of MTV) playing comforting music. Our 2 year old was in Houston with her grandparents and I was scared to death that we would never see her again. Who know what else was going to happen?
Yep, that pretty much secured the fact that I’m not going to fly for a long, long time, and even then only if I’m heavily medicated. I have enough problems flying as it is. I’m too much of a control freak to feel secure putting my life in some stranger’s hands.
Oh, wow, I just checked out the weather forecast for New Orleans next week. It looks luscious. I once went to New Orleans in August and it was like swimming through boiling water. The city is actually a bit under sea level, which is why their cemeteries have above-ground crypts, because the water table is so high that coffins will come to the surface if buried (shades of Poltergeist). What that means is that the humidity is so high that it’s hard to breathe… which is fine if you’re just sitting there at a bar getting sloshed, but there are so many fun places to go and shop and discover that it sucks to be benched.
