Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Special Blog Update For "Enjoy_Every_Sandwich" blogger!!!
This is in reply to a comment left at my last update.
First, thank you very much for leaving a comment on my weblog! You are first person who isn't me to leave a comment on my blog, only 3 months after my last update entry and only 9 months since the first ever post! To celebrate you typing words and pressing the "Publish Your Comment" button, I am going to be making this special blog post just for you!!!!
To answer your question: I enjoy Body Rock with an equal mix of 50% Irony and 50% Sincerity.
The Ironic enjoyment comes from the bad acting, bad script, cliche plot and miscast lead. Chilly's opening scene at the unemployment office has to be seen to be experienced. "I like to look fresshhhh..."
The Sincere enjoyment comes from the look, feel and sound of the 1980s hip-hop breakdancing scene; or at least, Hollywood's idealized version thereof. Some of the direction is OK, too: the first dance sequence is really quite good, and the colours in the movie are very bright and stimulating.
Also worth mentioning is the background of NYC skyscrapers. Especially nostalgic are the scenes of Chilly and Magick dancing at the World Trade Center. Most new movies are filmed in the unremarkable locations of Toronto and Vancouver.
I noticed you're from a nearby metropolitan area. I assume you must have discovered Body Rock at a Wal-Mart DVD bin for $5? I believe it is now out-of-print, so I regard my official copy as a collector's item.
Don't forget to study hard as a student of journalism. Check all your facts from 3 different credible sources (e.g., Wikipedia, the Internet and YouTube comments). Soon you will be out there writing the first draft of history. Come to think of it, you already are!
First, thank you very much for leaving a comment on my weblog! You are first person who isn't me to leave a comment on my blog, only 3 months after my last update entry and only 9 months since the first ever post! To celebrate you typing words and pressing the "Publish Your Comment" button, I am going to be making this special blog post just for you!!!!
To answer your question: I enjoy Body Rock with an equal mix of 50% Irony and 50% Sincerity.
The Ironic enjoyment comes from the bad acting, bad script, cliche plot and miscast lead. Chilly's opening scene at the unemployment office has to be seen to be experienced. "I like to look fresshhhh..."
The Sincere enjoyment comes from the look, feel and sound of the 1980s hip-hop breakdancing scene; or at least, Hollywood's idealized version thereof. Some of the direction is OK, too: the first dance sequence is really quite good, and the colours in the movie are very bright and stimulating.
Also worth mentioning is the background of NYC skyscrapers. Especially nostalgic are the scenes of Chilly and Magick dancing at the World Trade Center. Most new movies are filmed in the unremarkable locations of Toronto and Vancouver.
I noticed you're from a nearby metropolitan area. I assume you must have discovered Body Rock at a Wal-Mart DVD bin for $5? I believe it is now out-of-print, so I regard my official copy as a collector's item.
Don't forget to study hard as a student of journalism. Check all your facts from 3 different credible sources (e.g., Wikipedia, the Internet and YouTube comments). Soon you will be out there writing the first draft of history. Come to think of it, you already are!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Giga Update
Whenever I am away from the Blog, I think of cool things to write. But as soon as I sit in front of the Blog inpu box, I can't think of anything interesting to tell to you. Therefore, this is all you get.
I will try to accompany myself with a paper-form idea-capturing device as a blog pre-write "cache" for those times when I am not at one of these idea-communicating yet idea-suppressing computer peripherals.
I will try to accompany myself with a paper-form idea-capturing device as a blog pre-write "cache" for those times when I am not at one of these idea-communicating yet idea-suppressing computer peripherals.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Nitpicking The Chipmunks
If you're the kind of person who likes obscure, esoteric, and ridiculous minutae, have I got the blog post for you!
You probably know who or what The Chipmunks are as a novelty popular music cultural phenomenon. If you don't know this, here, allow me to make an Internet link to the Wikipedia page. When you right-click your right mouse button on the URL link, a Wikipedia page will fill your Internet Web Browser with information about The Chipmunks. You can then recycle this information in conversations with your unsuspecting victim(s); or you can keep the information in your brain bank and allow it to marinate and simmer like a cooking analogy where I compare the absorption of Chipmunk information to food preparation. The Chipmunks.
If you read this post and later find yourself in a conversation with someone who tries to regurgitate (note: continuing the food analogy there) the Wikipedia Chipmunk information at you, now you have the power of forethought to tell them: "You are making audio vibrations from your mouth that sound remarkably like Wikipedia information about The Chipmunks. Why don't you just tell me to go read Wikipedia? Is any of the content of this conversation actually relevant to anything other than fulfilling the ritualistic act of social interaction?"
So I looked at the label on the vinyl LP of A Chipmunk Christmas and noted that the time listed for the very last track of side 2 (two), We Wish You A Merry Christmas, as "6:34" (six minutes and thirty-four seconds). Well, that is COMPLETELY FALSE. In actuality, the track appears to be slightly less than 2 minutes.
Therefore, there is a mistake on the label of the A Chipmunk Christmas vinyl record. Until this time, you were probably unaware that this mistake existed. It was relatively original information. Now this mistake will be recorded in your brain synaptic connections and the next time you have a conversation about either The Chipmunks, mistakes on record labels, or both, this information may come to the surface of your consciousness. You can then blurt it out, and your conversation will stretch on even further. Other than conversation-stretching, this new information I've brought to light in the blogosphere is utterly useless.
You probably know who or what The Chipmunks are as a novelty popular music cultural phenomenon. If you don't know this, here, allow me to make an Internet link to the Wikipedia page. When you right-click your right mouse button on the URL link, a Wikipedia page will fill your Internet Web Browser with information about The Chipmunks. You can then recycle this information in conversations with your unsuspecting victim(s); or you can keep the information in your brain bank and allow it to marinate and simmer like a cooking analogy where I compare the absorption of Chipmunk information to food preparation. The Chipmunks.
If you read this post and later find yourself in a conversation with someone who tries to regurgitate (note: continuing the food analogy there) the Wikipedia Chipmunk information at you, now you have the power of forethought to tell them: "You are making audio vibrations from your mouth that sound remarkably like Wikipedia information about The Chipmunks. Why don't you just tell me to go read Wikipedia? Is any of the content of this conversation actually relevant to anything other than fulfilling the ritualistic act of social interaction?"
So I looked at the label on the vinyl LP of A Chipmunk Christmas and noted that the time listed for the very last track of side 2 (two), We Wish You A Merry Christmas, as "6:34" (six minutes and thirty-four seconds). Well, that is COMPLETELY FALSE. In actuality, the track appears to be slightly less than 2 minutes.
Therefore, there is a mistake on the label of the A Chipmunk Christmas vinyl record. Until this time, you were probably unaware that this mistake existed. It was relatively original information. Now this mistake will be recorded in your brain synaptic connections and the next time you have a conversation about either The Chipmunks, mistakes on record labels, or both, this information may come to the surface of your consciousness. You can then blurt it out, and your conversation will stretch on even further. Other than conversation-stretching, this new information I've brought to light in the blogosphere is utterly useless.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
This Blog Is More Than Just Embedded YouTube Objects, I Swear
You are STARVING for more blogging postings from me! The Show Must Go On!!!
A personal blogger is supposed to tell the International Internet what he/sh/it is up to. One word: Spinach! I planted spinach and it is excellent! I eat the spinach and it gives me the strength, the INCREDIBLE STRENGTH to make these incredible web blog updates!
My spinach also gives me the strength, determination and stamina to add more YouTube HypoText Made-Up Language (HTMUL) to my blog!
A personal blogger is supposed to tell the International Internet what he/sh/it is up to. One word: Spinach! I planted spinach and it is excellent! I eat the spinach and it gives me the strength, the INCREDIBLE STRENGTH to make these incredible web blog updates!
My spinach also gives me the strength, determination and stamina to add more YouTube HypoText Made-Up Language (HTMUL) to my blog!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Post Twelve: Long Time, No See Protocol
Sometimes I think about protocol. A series of steps goes through my mind.
For instance, here's a protocol I know about: what you do when you see someone you haven't seen in a long time.
I'm not sure how to define "long time". One quarter, i.e. 3 months? Is that long enough? A semester? 12 months? One year or more? These are parameters that must be defined and agreed upon between the parties. Gosh, human relations are fun.
First of all, you must act surprised to see the person. I think the reason you are supposed to act surprised, aside from it being a behaviour expected, is that you were not expecting to see them. Statistically, because you hadn't seen them for so long, it seemed very unlikely that you would see them again. (Psychologists probably have a word for this. They probably came up with the word while applying electric shocks to animals, so I won't bother looking it up.)
Second, you have to act interested in what they have been doing with themselves. Mainly, you are interested in what they have done between a) the last time you saw them, and b) the present. You are interested in an abstract summary, particularly from a financial or human resources perspective, e.g. what have they been working on and have they created any new humans for the labour pool. You want to avoid minutae, e.g. the person may have shit in a toilet at least once daily since you last saw them but that is not a good topic. (Unless perhaps you were an oncologist who helped them beat colorectal cancer.)
Third, you have to reminisce about "old times". "Old times" may be defined as shared events that occured in the timespan between a) the time your first saw them ever and b) the last time you saw them. These "old times" occured when you were younger and less bitter about everything. At the time, you did not know that after life had revealed its hyped-up, superficial mysteries to you, you would discover what it really is: an absurd and unimaginable prison; a simulacrum smothering your senses to keep you from God; a place where you pay incessant monthly bills keeping your body comfortable with adequate food and shelter while you wait for its collapse. At amusement parks, you pay to go on rides that make you vomit; on the ride called life, you merely pay for the feeling of nausea and disorientation.
And that's what you do when you see someone you haven't seen for a long time. Now I am going to go take a shit and go to sleep. If I haven't seen you for a long time, here's what I've been up to: sleeping 6-8 hours/day; shitting daily; generally self-preserving while waiting for my end; and only getting the briefest glimpses of Divinity - sometimes I think they serve merely to remind me that I am in bland hell.
This has been the most depressing post ever written on World's Most Blog to date. It is also the twelth (12lth) in a series of updates made in July 2008. Just as there is no point to most things in life, there was no point enumerating these posted updates. Here now is another You Tube embedded video object. Because I think in a boring linear way, the videos content reflects a sentiment opposite that of this blog post.
For instance, here's a protocol I know about: what you do when you see someone you haven't seen in a long time.
I'm not sure how to define "long time". One quarter, i.e. 3 months? Is that long enough? A semester? 12 months? One year or more? These are parameters that must be defined and agreed upon between the parties. Gosh, human relations are fun.
First of all, you must act surprised to see the person. I think the reason you are supposed to act surprised, aside from it being a behaviour expected, is that you were not expecting to see them. Statistically, because you hadn't seen them for so long, it seemed very unlikely that you would see them again. (Psychologists probably have a word for this. They probably came up with the word while applying electric shocks to animals, so I won't bother looking it up.)
Second, you have to act interested in what they have been doing with themselves. Mainly, you are interested in what they have done between a) the last time you saw them, and b) the present. You are interested in an abstract summary, particularly from a financial or human resources perspective, e.g. what have they been working on and have they created any new humans for the labour pool. You want to avoid minutae, e.g. the person may have shit in a toilet at least once daily since you last saw them but that is not a good topic. (Unless perhaps you were an oncologist who helped them beat colorectal cancer.)
Third, you have to reminisce about "old times". "Old times" may be defined as shared events that occured in the timespan between a) the time your first saw them ever and b) the last time you saw them. These "old times" occured when you were younger and less bitter about everything. At the time, you did not know that after life had revealed its hyped-up, superficial mysteries to you, you would discover what it really is: an absurd and unimaginable prison; a simulacrum smothering your senses to keep you from God; a place where you pay incessant monthly bills keeping your body comfortable with adequate food and shelter while you wait for its collapse. At amusement parks, you pay to go on rides that make you vomit; on the ride called life, you merely pay for the feeling of nausea and disorientation.
And that's what you do when you see someone you haven't seen for a long time. Now I am going to go take a shit and go to sleep. If I haven't seen you for a long time, here's what I've been up to: sleeping 6-8 hours/day; shitting daily; generally self-preserving while waiting for my end; and only getting the briefest glimpses of Divinity - sometimes I think they serve merely to remind me that I am in bland hell.
This has been the most depressing post ever written on World's Most Blog to date. It is also the twelth (12lth) in a series of updates made in July 2008. Just as there is no point to most things in life, there was no point enumerating these posted updates. Here now is another You Tube embedded video object. Because I think in a boring linear way, the videos content reflects a sentiment opposite that of this blog post.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Ways In Which This Blog Helps You With Basic Survival
Food: ...
Water: ...
Shelter: ...
Clothing: ...
However, if you only required hastily arranged internet word text to sustain your body at nominal health, this blog would probably do.
Water: ...
Shelter: ...
Clothing: ...
However, if you only required hastily arranged internet word text to sustain your body at nominal health, this blog would probably do.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wordy Dishco Action (July 2008 Post Seven)
You know the smooth sounds you heard in my last post? Gosh darn (note: first time minced oaths used in this post), it will be hard to follow up that smoothness. Imagination, why you have me so hypnotized?
Until I think of some way to follow up that avalanche of smooth soulful sound from Leee John and Imagination, I am going to help clog the Internet with more personal information. I got the idea to write about personal matters from almost every other weblog I ever looked at. My personal experiences are important to me because I experienced them directly with crystal-clear analog clarity using all five of my senses, and then interpreted them with a background of thousands of memories stored in millions of brain cells - and now you get to experience them vicariously through several hundred wildly inadequate words!
Anyway, these last few days and night I let dishes build up in the sink until I was forced to improvise with not-oft-used utensils like plastic scoops from cans of green vegetable powders and a scraper I used to stir spaghetti and sauce. Not a good situation, unless your goal in life is to use instruments of food preparation improperly. So tonight I'm tackling the dishes. Over 50% clean so far!
I applied for another student loan this year. My education has got me far enough along to not only wash dishes (involving lots of physics) and post You Tube videos on a Internet blog (involving lots of using a com-pu-tor), but also I can manage a student loan application! Might as well keep up with this learning!
And another thing: I saw a fucking beautiful wild owl yesterday. (It is worth using "fucking" in this paragraph. Fucking. Ok, that last one was completely super-fucking-fluous. And that one.) It flew out of the woods and up to the top of the tree, just to make its presence known.
Owls are symbolic of knowledge. Not only capable of seeing in the dark - perceiving through the darkness of ignorance - owls can also turn their heads 360 degrees - like a library, allowing them to perceive all there is around them. It is a little too weird that an owl flew out of the trees for me the day before starting my student loan application. (I started the application, not the owl. I mean, I started the application, but I didn't start the owl. I may have startled the owl, though.)
Sad personal news: I'm infatuated with someone I'd never have a chance with. I held out a fantasy that something would happen, but I found out the subject of my attraction is with another. That made me feel all weird in my chest. All this within days of seeing the owl and doing my student loan application. What does it all mean? If not nothing, then...
Wow, God hasn't talked to me this much for over 5 months. I'm not entirely sure about the message. I assume it's something like, "don't worry about unrequited earth love, the only real love is My love, so be less superficial and keep working on your brain and spirit, and oh look here's a cool predatory bird in a tree to tie all the threads together". Birds, by their ability to fly, also represent the possibility of escape from the earth, ie. the material world that has trapped me and largely prevents me from directly experiencing God's love. I don't think that doing dishes figures into the mix, though, unless I want to read baptism/cleansing into it somehow.
Well, that was a lot of time wasted adding personal balloon juice to the Internet Web Clogosphere, ranging from mundane anecdotes about cleaning chores and completing forms to sexual attractions to higher spiritual insights... or was it? Because along the way I think I found adequate content to follow up the last post!
This is the seventh in a series of clog/blog posts I am adding to the Internet in the month of July 2008. I am going to be foolhardy and click Blogger's Publish Post button now.
Until I think of some way to follow up that avalanche of smooth soulful sound from Leee John and Imagination, I am going to help clog the Internet with more personal information. I got the idea to write about personal matters from almost every other weblog I ever looked at. My personal experiences are important to me because I experienced them directly with crystal-clear analog clarity using all five of my senses, and then interpreted them with a background of thousands of memories stored in millions of brain cells - and now you get to experience them vicariously through several hundred wildly inadequate words!
Anyway, these last few days and night I let dishes build up in the sink until I was forced to improvise with not-oft-used utensils like plastic scoops from cans of green vegetable powders and a scraper I used to stir spaghetti and sauce. Not a good situation, unless your goal in life is to use instruments of food preparation improperly. So tonight I'm tackling the dishes. Over 50% clean so far!
I applied for another student loan this year. My education has got me far enough along to not only wash dishes (involving lots of physics) and post You Tube videos on a Internet blog (involving lots of using a com-pu-tor), but also I can manage a student loan application! Might as well keep up with this learning!
And another thing: I saw a fucking beautiful wild owl yesterday. (It is worth using "fucking" in this paragraph. Fucking. Ok, that last one was completely super-fucking-fluous. And that one.) It flew out of the woods and up to the top of the tree, just to make its presence known.
Owls are symbolic of knowledge. Not only capable of seeing in the dark - perceiving through the darkness of ignorance - owls can also turn their heads 360 degrees - like a library, allowing them to perceive all there is around them. It is a little too weird that an owl flew out of the trees for me the day before starting my student loan application. (I started the application, not the owl. I mean, I started the application, but I didn't start the owl. I may have startled the owl, though.)
Sad personal news: I'm infatuated with someone I'd never have a chance with. I held out a fantasy that something would happen, but I found out the subject of my attraction is with another. That made me feel all weird in my chest. All this within days of seeing the owl and doing my student loan application. What does it all mean? If not nothing, then...
Wow, God hasn't talked to me this much for over 5 months. I'm not entirely sure about the message. I assume it's something like, "don't worry about unrequited earth love, the only real love is My love, so be less superficial and keep working on your brain and spirit, and oh look here's a cool predatory bird in a tree to tie all the threads together". Birds, by their ability to fly, also represent the possibility of escape from the earth, ie. the material world that has trapped me and largely prevents me from directly experiencing God's love. I don't think that doing dishes figures into the mix, though, unless I want to read baptism/cleansing into it somehow.
Well, that was a lot of time wasted adding personal balloon juice to the Internet Web Clogosphere, ranging from mundane anecdotes about cleaning chores and completing forms to sexual attractions to higher spiritual insights... or was it? Because along the way I think I found adequate content to follow up the last post!
This is the seventh in a series of clog/blog posts I am adding to the Internet in the month of July 2008. I am going to be foolhardy and click Blogger's Publish Post button now.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Desperation
Must... put... more... words... on... in... ter... net...
Must... compose... more... blog... content... with... words... and... ellipsis... abuse... before... it'... s... too... late...
Must... use... mouse... to... left-... click... Publish... Post... button... aaaahhhhhhh.
UPDATE: Obviously, this is the fourth in a series of web blogging posts I'm am doing in July of 2008. I neglected to mention that in the Title of this blog post because I was trying and failing very hard to be funny. Must... not... delete... embarrassingly... unfunny... web... blog... post...
Must... compose... more... blog... content... with... words... and... ellipsis... abuse... before... it'... s... too... late...
Must... use... mouse... to... left-... click... Publish... Post... button... aaaahhhhhhh.
UPDATE: Obviously, this is the fourth in a series of web blogging posts I'm am doing in July of 2008. I neglected to mention that in the Title of this blog post because I was trying and failing very hard to be funny. Must... not... delete... embarrassingly... unfunny... web... blog... post...
Second Lazy Yet Intimate Web Blog Post of July 2008
This blogger posting is part of a series of blog posts done in the month of July 2008. This text is in gray, sometimes known as grey. This is the first time I have used grey/gray text colour on the blog.
Can you imagine if I read this blog aloud? Yes, you can! If you have Text-To-Speech software installed on a computer somewhere, like on the internet computer you are using right now to look at the World's Most Blog, you can tell it to read the words that is comin' out of my blog and hear it in a variety of different voices! Imagine that I sound like Microsoft Sam! Now you know. Now you know! If you've imagined that you are listening to this blog read aloud by a TTS software application package, you are half-way to imagining me reading this aloud. Aloud. With italics.
But seriously, let's get personal. Allow me to reveal intimate informational details on the Internet: I have private parts. I have a computer connected to the Internet and I have private parts connected to my body. Through the magic of intelligent evolution and the magic of the computer revolution, I can magically use my fingers (also connected to my body... and sometimes connected to my private parts, yes, yes...) to inform you of these juicy details.
If you have private parts like mine, then you have an idea of my private parts. If you don't have private parts like mine, but you have familiarized yourself with the private parts of someone else that are generally like mine, then you have an idea of my private parts. Otherwise, you will have to use the corrupt, seedy Internet to research other private parts similar to mine. OMG I can't believe I just typed that! Imagine... if I read it out loud...
Wow, isn't it exciting to reveal intimate information on the internet for an international audience? What would be really interesting is if I used my private parts to enter an internet blog posting. That would make an interesting mememe, if anyone actually read this blog. Google Spider Program, would you care to spread this mememe for me?
I don't like that last paragraph in this online web log update. Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd paragraph I typed, this blog post fell apart into nonsense. In case you were wondering, this blog update was entered entirely using my fingers, not my private parts. And in case you were wondering, this is a different shade of grey/gray than was used at the top of this post, and also this is the first time I have ever used this shade of gray/grey on the blog.
Can you imagine if I read this blog aloud? Yes, you can! If you have Text-To-Speech software installed on a computer somewhere, like on the internet computer you are using right now to look at the World's Most Blog, you can tell it to read the words that is comin' out of my blog and hear it in a variety of different voices! Imagine that I sound like Microsoft Sam! Now you know. Now you know! If you've imagined that you are listening to this blog read aloud by a TTS software application package, you are half-way to imagining me reading this aloud. Aloud. With italics.
But seriously, let's get personal. Allow me to reveal intimate informational details on the Internet: I have private parts. I have a computer connected to the Internet and I have private parts connected to my body. Through the magic of intelligent evolution and the magic of the computer revolution, I can magically use my fingers (also connected to my body... and sometimes connected to my private parts, yes, yes...) to inform you of these juicy details.
If you have private parts like mine, then you have an idea of my private parts. If you don't have private parts like mine, but you have familiarized yourself with the private parts of someone else that are generally like mine, then you have an idea of my private parts. Otherwise, you will have to use the corrupt, seedy Internet to research other private parts similar to mine. OMG I can't believe I just typed that! Imagine... if I read it out loud...
Wow, isn't it exciting to reveal intimate information on the internet for an international audience? What would be really interesting is if I used my private parts to enter an internet blog posting. That would make an interesting mememe, if anyone actually read this blog. Google Spider Program, would you care to spread this mememe for me?
I don't like that last paragraph in this online web log update. Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd paragraph I typed, this blog post fell apart into nonsense. In case you were wondering, this blog update was entered entirely using my fingers, not my private parts. And in case you were wondering, this is a different shade of grey/gray than was used at the top of this post, and also this is the first time I have ever used this shade of gray/grey on the blog.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
This Is A Thinking Man's Blog
Ponder this: Am I blog-ging?... Or is the blog me-ing?
Think about it. Makes you think, don't it? Really makes you wonder what it's all about, doesn't it. Yep.
Think about it. Makes you think, don't it? Really makes you wonder what it's all about, doesn't it. Yep.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Short N Sweet
I'm trying to figure out whether I care if anyone reads this blog. But I'm not trying very hard.
I'm thinking about when I will change the title of this internet blog back to "World's Most Blog" from "World's Mocst Blog", changed temporarily in honour of the silent "c" in Connecticut. But I'm not thinking much about it.
I'm considering whether the Internet's World's Most Blog will ever have a different official flower from the Mountain Laurel. But my consideration doesn't lend itself to being a good example of discipline or determination in contemplation.
I'm typing words for this weblog posting. But those words... are numbered. They cannot last... forever. Ellipses... can be abused... right here.
I'm about to press the "Publish Post" button on Blogger's Create Post Compose Box. I will press it ever so slightly.
Hey, I just noticed that Blog Spot is an anagram for Blog Post. Weird.
I'm thinking about when I will change the title of this internet blog back to "World's Most Blog" from "World's Mocst Blog", changed temporarily in honour of the silent "c" in Connecticut. But I'm not thinking much about it.
I'm considering whether the Internet's World's Most Blog will ever have a different official flower from the Mountain Laurel. But my consideration doesn't lend itself to being a good example of discipline or determination in contemplation.
I'm typing words for this weblog posting. But those words... are numbered. They cannot last... forever. Ellipses... can be abused... right here.
I'm about to press the "Publish Post" button on Blogger's Create Post Compose Box. I will press it ever so slightly.
Hey, I just noticed that Blog Spot is an anagram for Blog Post. Weird.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
World's Most Post
I've already announced that this is a World's Most Blog. With that in mind, if you're reading this - and I think you are - you may be wondering: is there a World's Most Post in the World's Most Blog? That's a good question to wonder.
To put an answer to your wonderment: this is it! This is the World's Most Post - arguably a World's Most Post - on World's Most Blog! Enjoy it - that's why I wrote it!
Now, if I didn't explicitly write a World's Most Post (that's this one), it would have been a disservice to my readership - namely:
To be sure, this is only a World's Most Post - there might be others. Also, this is only a World's Most Post on World's Most Blog. Other computer blogs might have their own World's Most Posts. Some web blogs might have more than one World's Most Post. It can get confusing. This is what content management is for.
So make sure to add this to your online browsers' list of bookmarks for ease of reference. (Do this for all internet browsing programs.) I will also add it to the Side Bar for you.
To put an answer to your wonderment: this is it! This is the World's Most Post - arguably a World's Most Post - on World's Most Blog! Enjoy it - that's why I wrote it!
Now, if I didn't explicitly write a World's Most Post (that's this one), it would have been a disservice to my readership - namely:
- me (#1 Reader! I'm #1!)
- the Google indexing spider crawler
- 2 random computer users from Australia and Connecticut who accidentally browsed by
To be sure, this is only a World's Most Post - there might be others. Also, this is only a World's Most Post on World's Most Blog. Other computer blogs might have their own World's Most Posts. Some web blogs might have more than one World's Most Post. It can get confusing. This is what content management is for.
So make sure to add this to your online browsers' list of bookmarks for ease of reference. (Do this for all internet browsing programs.) I will also add it to the Side Bar for you.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Connecticut Rules
Only 2 of the 3 "c"s are pronounced in "Connecticut". But that doesn't change the fact that World's Most Blog's 2nd official human reader who isn't me hails from the great state of Connecticut!
Congratulations, Connecticut! You're #2! You're #2!
For those of you who are reading this, Connecticut is located in the United States of America. It is one of the 50 states in America and, like many states, it was a Wikipedia page. Connecticut has been mentioned more than once on both Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy; now it has the distinction of been mentioned several times in a posting on World's Most Blog!
In honour of the great state of Connecticut, I am going to do 3 things:
Congratulations, Connecticut! You're #2! You're #2!
For those of you who are reading this, Connecticut is located in the United States of America. It is one of the 50 states in America and, like many states, it was a Wikipedia page. Connecticut has been mentioned more than once on both Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy; now it has the distinction of been mentioned several times in a posting on World's Most Blog!
In honour of the great state of Connecticut, I am going to do 3 things:
- use a numbered list to list the 3 things, because I have neglected numbered listing
- do 5 things instead of 3 things
- temporarily rename "World's Most Blog" to "World's Mocst Blog" to celebrate the silent "c"
- avoid referring to every other state in the union (except Hawaii) until they bother to get their lazy ass off the rest of the Internet to visit my blog
- adopt Connecticut's state flower, the Mountain Laurel, as the official flower of this blog
Your computer signals travelled halfway across the continent to the Great White North to see my Canadian webblog. In case you're feeling homesick, here's this tourism video from Danbury Connecticut to remind you of home.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Mise En Scene
It is night. I sit at a computer. I am accessing the Internet. A cold has overtaken me and I find myself sneezing several times, reminding me that I still feel mildly feverish. It was not a good idea to miss a night's sleep. My immune system has not yet caught up the lost ground. A cold virus has taken full advantage of my weakness.
I drink Greens+ Daily Detox to boost my body's antioxidant activity and immune strength. Hourly I consume 1000mg of Vitamin C. Still, I sneeze and sneeze. I wonder how many sneezes I could have prevented by placing my finger under my nose. But that finger is needed to use the Internet. And so the sneezing goes on.
I look at the floor. There is a sock. It is inside out, resting where I dropped it off my sweaty foot. Its partner is out of sight. I find myself briefly wondering where the other sock is, and whether it too is inside out. Under most circumstances, that is a simple, mundane question, but in my present state, it almost hints at something more symbolic of the archetypal. The fog in my head both suggests the greater meaning and prevents its revelation.
I sneeze again. It is time to press the Publish Post button. The Internet will then know the contents of Mise En Scene. And I will know that the Internet knows. It is night.
I drink Greens+ Daily Detox to boost my body's antioxidant activity and immune strength. Hourly I consume 1000mg of Vitamin C. Still, I sneeze and sneeze. I wonder how many sneezes I could have prevented by placing my finger under my nose. But that finger is needed to use the Internet. And so the sneezing goes on.
I look at the floor. There is a sock. It is inside out, resting where I dropped it off my sweaty foot. Its partner is out of sight. I find myself briefly wondering where the other sock is, and whether it too is inside out. Under most circumstances, that is a simple, mundane question, but in my present state, it almost hints at something more symbolic of the archetypal. The fog in my head both suggests the greater meaning and prevents its revelation.
I sneeze again. It is time to press the Publish Post button. The Internet will then know the contents of Mise En Scene. And I will know that the Internet knows. It is night.
Living Effortfully Part 2 : Electric Bugaloo
I'm sorry about the title. I cannot resist adding "Electric Bugaloo" to the first sequel of anything. Thinking ahead to the future, what do you think is better for the second sequel: "Dream Warriors", "The Search For Spock" or "Back In Training"?
You know, come to think of it, suffixing the title of this post with "Electric Bugaloo" took no effort. I've used that so many times IRL and elsewhere that it was truly effortless. It's Mastery! Likewise, it was effortless to create the main portion of the title: this is part of a series of Living Effortfully, and it is the second part of the series (the first sequel), so naturally it is Part 2; thus, I fluidly intuited "Living Effortfully Part 2". Again, Mastery!
Already, I find myself in a difficult situation. I cannot escape from Effortless Mastery! when that is what I want least. I am supposed to be trying to make a post with as much effort as I possibly can! Now I have to swear again. Although I have sweared multiple times already on my blog, you might remember that my first swearing occured at Living Effortfully Part 1. That swear was the F-word and it was performed entirely Caps Lock for LOUD VOLUME effect. For the second time in my blog's history, I am going to use the F-word in LOUD VOLUME to express my frustrations at being too effortless to blog with maximum effortfulness:
FUCK!
Watch out for Living Effortfully Part 3: Urban Harvest!
You know, come to think of it, suffixing the title of this post with "Electric Bugaloo" took no effort. I've used that so many times IRL and elsewhere that it was truly effortless. It's Mastery! Likewise, it was effortless to create the main portion of the title: this is part of a series of Living Effortfully, and it is the second part of the series (the first sequel), so naturally it is Part 2; thus, I fluidly intuited "Living Effortfully Part 2". Again, Mastery!
Already, I find myself in a difficult situation. I cannot escape from Effortless Mastery! when that is what I want least. I am supposed to be trying to make a post with as much effort as I possibly can! Now I have to swear again. Although I have sweared multiple times already on my blog, you might remember that my first swearing occured at Living Effortfully Part 1. That swear was the F-word and it was performed entirely Caps Lock for LOUD VOLUME effect. For the second time in my blog's history, I am going to use the F-word in LOUD VOLUME to express my frustrations at being too effortless to blog with maximum effortfulness:
FUCK!
Watch out for Living Effortfully Part 3: Urban Harvest!
On And Off
I'm on-line in my Blogger blog creator box right now. Soon I'm going to go publish this online blog post, then go off-line the blog text box. Then I'm going to go online to my blog (but not the blog text box for creating postings) and look at what I am writing right at now. Later I will go off-line my blog proper. Then I will likely be online in the internet browsing window for a time further. Eventually I will go offline from the web browser program. Then later I will go offline completely from the Internet network. Finally for the evening, I will go offline from in real waking life and go online in dreamless sleep, then go on and off-line from between in-real-life dream and dreamless sleep.
This type of oscillating is probably going to continue, but unfortunately, not indefinitely. Some day I will be disconnected (peacefully and a looooong time from now, I do hope), whether or not from my own will or not, from all in-real-life and on line and offline from the internet. After that, if I've been adequately good and aware in my life offline from death, I'm crossing my keytyping fingers that I will simply be offlife online someplace else with an online infinite.
This type of oscillating is probably going to continue, but unfortunately, not indefinitely. Some day I will be disconnected (peacefully and a looooong time from now, I do hope), whether or not from my own will or not, from all in-real-life and on line and offline from the internet. After that, if I've been adequately good and aware in my life offline from death, I'm crossing my keytyping fingers that I will simply be offlife online someplace else with an online infinite.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Australia Rules
I've been writing this blog for a while now, at least since late May 2008. Some people have been making blogs even longer than that!
Checking my Stat Counter statistic counter, I find that I am still the #1 reader of my blog. I'M #1!!! I'M #1 AT SOMETHING!
Close at #2 is Google's search engine. Google's search engine is found here. But I don't think Google's search engine is a real person.
I was absolutely delighted when Stat Counter told me today that there's a new entrant in the race to see who can read my blog! And according to Stat Counter, they hail from Australia!
Hello, Australia! G'Day, Mate! Your computer signals travelled halfway across the world to the land up over to see my Canadian webblog. In case you're feeling homesick, here's this David Bowie video to remind you of home.
Talk about international! This Internet really does go all over the planet, doesn't it! If you had asked me where would be the first person to load my World's Most Blog in their internet web window, I couldn't have guessed correctly. I might have chosen wacky countries, like Hatari or perhaps Burundi, one of the poorest countries on earth where most people are too malnourished to care about computing. Guessing alphabetically, Australia would have been my 16th choice, though.
So, let me just say this to you, over under down there in Australia: salutations and contratulations on being the first human who is not me to visit my blog!
Checking my Stat Counter statistic counter, I find that I am still the #1 reader of my blog. I'M #1!!! I'M #1 AT SOMETHING!
Close at #2 is Google's search engine. Google's search engine is found here. But I don't think Google's search engine is a real person.
I was absolutely delighted when Stat Counter told me today that there's a new entrant in the race to see who can read my blog! And according to Stat Counter, they hail from Australia!
Hello, Australia! G'Day, Mate! Your computer signals travelled halfway across the world to the land up over to see my Canadian webblog. In case you're feeling homesick, here's this David Bowie video to remind you of home.
Talk about international! This Internet really does go all over the planet, doesn't it! If you had asked me where would be the first person to load my World's Most Blog in their internet web window, I couldn't have guessed correctly. I might have chosen wacky countries, like Hatari or perhaps Burundi, one of the poorest countries on earth where most people are too malnourished to care about computing. Guessing alphabetically, Australia would have been my 16th choice, though.
So, let me just say this to you, over under down there in Australia: salutations and contratulations on being the first human who is not me to visit my blog!
Discrete Web Blog Statistics
In my very last post - to which I will not link because it was my very last post and I don't think it will ruin your web experience if I don't link to it, so see the archives - I told you about how I added a Stat Counter stat counter to my web blog. And you know what?
I AM THE #1 VIEWER OF MY BLOG! I'M #1! I'M THE BEST AT SOMETHING!
I AM THE #1 VIEWER OF MY BLOG! I'M #1! I'M THE BEST AT SOMETHING!
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