11 posts tagged “google”
A woman (and Wagandstuff Superfan) who I have had the pleasure of meeting through my blog is one of the five or so people I torture daily by making her watch my Defamer To Do videos before they go up. She knows she's supposed to tell me if I look like a fucking asshole, more or less.
Today she got the preview of my post and asked me if my intro song is "How Will I Know?" by Whitney Houstin. Good call, but no, it's actually "She'z In Control" by Chromeo, one of my favorite bands of the last year or so. I'll post the song below, and remember: if you ever want to steal any of my music, read this blog in RSS. There's an option to open it as a Quicktime file in Google Reader, and from there you can make the file yours. BUT BUY THE ALBUM IF YOU LIKE IT! Everything I said yesterday still stands!
So, I'm kind of strange or whatever, right? So I do this thing sometimes when I've decided to stay home for the night and maybe drink wine and watch American Idol and make videos about my dog... I like to Google image search non sequiturs and see what comes up.
So like, maybe I was doing that and maybe I Googled the words "tic tac emergency" and and got this cool photo of a Tic Tac box LED flashlight:
The words "convenient" and "practical" come to mind.
Technology out of control!
I'm in your brain.
I totally just cut the fat on my Google Reader. Let's face it: I don't need TMZ in my email box and on the reader. What a fucking headache that shit is. My God.
I also got rid of all the other gossip related sites I had on there, save for one or two favorites and anything Gawker-related because I truly do enjoy reading those things. Why POPSUGAR was ever on my reader is a mystery I will never know the answer to, but at least now I can stop thinking about it 3-12 times a day.
This is my impression of one of the many friends I have named Eric:
"Oh hey, Molls? Taking your first nap in three months? OK. I'll leave you alone and just call your cell phone twice instead. I really don't want to disturb your sleep, so I'll just Google chat, IM and email you a few times, too. I'll also send you a scholarly essay I wrote when I was drunk about the company you work for. Oh! And don't forget this hilarious LOLCat I made of my dog. Hilarious? OK, I mean 'kind of hilarious'. Fine, I mean 'not funny at all'. OK, well, other than that I can't think of what else I may need to communicate to you in a twenty-minute span, so I'll just let you get that rest I know you need. Call me back?"
Strangely enough, he is still one of the few people on the planet that I enjoy spending time with. Probably because I'm a sleep deprived mess.
This was on my gchat when I woke up this morning:
It's so tiny, I'll translate:
"I had a dream last night where you were a crooked LA cop and I was on a ridealong (but for some reason I was driving and your cop car was a convertible) and you pulled a guy over and made him bribe you with press-on nails."
It's almost always nice to be dreamed of, though.
...and this is the first article that came up:
On Lindsay Lohan:
You know when you're super mondo busy and you have a ton of windows open on your desktop and you minimize your email to cross-reference something and at that moment someone decides to gchat you twenty times in a row and your computer makes that "CLUNK, CLUNK, CLUNK" gmail sound so loudly that it feels like a short, angry man with steel-tip boots is kicking you directly in the temple?
Perhaps it's the stress talking, but I believe that this is the sound I will hear right before I finally lose it and shoot up a Coffee Bean.
