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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0317 - sun 1900
Erin go bragh!
Have you heard of the term Googlewacking? Came across it yesterday in the latest "Wired." Loosely defined it means searching for a two-word term with Google, then altering or wacking away at the term until you find a single source. The terms have to be defined by Dictionary.com. Thus disallowing bizarre self-created words. Also the search has to be done without quotes, so that the two words can appear anywhere on the web page. Far more difficult than it sounds. For details, visit Googlewack. Yesterday, I trudged off to the laundry for the first time in weeks. One of those chores I don't relish. It took me about 20 minutes to sort everything into different washers - sheets, towels, whites, jeans, colors, bedspread. When I thought they should be finished, I noticed I'd not started the washer with the jeans. Then I had to lug everything to the dryers. And wait. And wait. And the dryer with the jeans had just started. I went back to ask the clerk about my missing three shirts which had been picked up by someone else by mistake. But she said no one had returned them. She asked if I wanted to file a claim. Since the shirts were old and bought at a thrift store, I didn't see a big loss. Plus the fact I'm not even sure which three shirts they were. Whenever I go to the laundry, I'm always curious to see who will show up. Frat boys? The elderly woman? The mother and her toddler? The amorous couple? The homeless man? The single gay guy? Construction workers? Giggling schoolgirls? Any and all have been known to make an appearance. As much as I comment on the denizens, I often wonder if anyone comments on me somewhere. I'm slowly re-stocking my laptop with software. A big help has been the CD that comes with "Internet Magazine." Had an ftp utility, trial version of Paint Shot Pro, newest Netscape, Adobe reader. And as you'll remember, I had to use an old bookmarks file, so I'm still working on re-creating that folder. Last night big re-discovery was a Norwegian leather site that actually manages to be erotic. The floppy drive is working again. Last night I inserted the blade of my Swiss Army Knife into the drive slot, no doubt risking unwanted electro-shock-therapy. Poked to the left and right, then heard a click, and knew it would work. And indeed it did. If you're interested in a new take on your televised favorites. Then try Television Without Pity. Detailed, and I do mean DETAILED, summaries of programs. A discussion center. Even a store. Many of the comments are far funnier than the shows. PAX!
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