There was the most hilarious typo on a blog I read. I do believe it was a cut and paste from another blog which I don’t read. Not only did I laugh but so many snarky replies, the typo was contained in an question, came to mind that I was cracking myself up. Since there was no way that I could see to contact the blogger privately I didn’t comment because pointing out typos publicly is bad form. Oh but I did so laugh my ass off – perhaps it was a Freudian slip on the original bloggers part. Anway, thanks for the laughs, I needed that!
I am so fed up with ads all over the interwebz. When at all possible I hide them, report them, close them out (yes, yes – I have ad blocker on my chrome browser but for some reason on my iPad chrome extensions don’t work and I spend an equal amount of time on my iMac and I do on my iPad). With the amount of money we pay for just about everything on the interwebz including ACCESS to the interwebs this ad thing smack in your face all.the.damn.time is beyond my patience to ignore it.
Has anyone (besides me) noticed that when you use Google to search the first 10 or so results are ads? Just me? The funny thing is – I was watching the screen and a whole bunch of hits showed up and in nano seconds they disappeared to be replaced by ads, then the (somewhat) appropriate sites showed up. WTH? Google brought up the results and then immediately pushed them down and placed at least 10 ads at the top. I was not amused. I have no patience for this shit. I have now switched to Duck, Duck, Go. We’ll see how this goes. Also too, Chrome as a browser is plucking at my last nerve as well. All things Google and Facebook/Instagram annoy me to hell and back!
And speaking of Instagram – The actor Leslie Jordan started a cute IG feed (or whatever it’s called) and I started following but it bugged me. You wanna know why? Mr. Jordan’s signature line is “Well, shit” – oh no. No, no, no, no,no. That belongs to me. I am way older than Mr. Jordan, and I’ve been saying “Oh, shit” and “well, shit” for more years than he has. I can walk into a room, look around, and apropos of nothing at all announce “Well, shit”. And honestly, I am 9 years older than Mr. Jordan and he looks at least 10 years older than my real age. So there – (Shee-it). So, anyway I’m not finding Mr. Jordan funny anymore and I stopped following him. THBBFT!