Rambles – a history
I have just been updating my blogging profile and in the process I looked at the overview page for this blog. I have done just over 2,650 blog postings on this blog alone. I have had over 11,900 comments. I have 187 followers and I get about 375 page views each day. In total I have had over 604,000 page views. My audience is spread across the world with the exception of Africa and South America.
My most viewed page remains ‘Brothel Creepers’ the story of the shoes of that name. It shows what most people are using the Internet for!! Ignoring that and the next one which presumably has similarly-minded searchers the most popular posts have been on eggheads(6048 views), starlings, Buddy Holly and a new penny each with over 3,000 views.
Two of the updates on my profile were pinched from Tabor – “Breathing in and breathing out” in the interests section and “I am over 60--living is my occupation” for the occupation section! Thanks Tabor.
It never ceases to amaze me what I learn from the Internet. I suppose it shouldn’t since I learn something from nearly every book I read. I recently learned what a Golden Birthday is. It means that someone has turned the age of their birthdate. So if you were born in 2010 your Golden Birthday is your tenth. If you were born in 1944 your Golden Birthday is your 44th. Pity I didn’t know that when I was 49 I could have asked for special presents.
Son-who-watches-films had never tried lychees so when he saw them in the shops he asked Partner-who-loves-tea if anyone else liked them as there was no point in buying a whole punnet if it turned out he disliked them. “Oh, yes,” she replied, “Your Dad loves them.” Substitute ‘hate’ for ‘love’ and you’ve got something approaching my view on lychees. So when Son-w-w-f rejected them and learned I hated them he told his mother. Her response was “Oh well, I knew he felt very strongly about them…” Anyone want any second-hand lychees?
Thunder and Lightning
On Monday evening we had a marvellous thunderstorm that lasted just over half an hour. There was sheet lightning on average every 20 seconds with the occasional fork lightning and constant thunder which varied from a background rumble to a big bang. The rain drummed down and poured off the roof, spilling over the gutters. I love thunderstorms. I remember when I was about ten watching a thunderstorm in the early evening from the side passage of my parents’ house. It was the most spectacular storm I have ever seen and just seemed to go on for ever.
By contrast my mother really disliked thunderstorms because they reminded her of the bombing raids on Liverpool in the Second World War. She was also unfortunate enough to have a fireball float around the room she was in at work one day before the ball lightning grounded itself in the corner and disappeared. Spooky.
"I like to fiddle with words and put them together like a safe deposit combination to see what they can open." ColleenRedman
"About to have fingers and toes done in readiness for a night out.
This is the beauty equivalent of turning up at an earthquake with a dustpan and brush." Muma Leary – Wirral (Facebook)
“Old age is fifteen years older than I am.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes (and GB).
“I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.” ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Don’t you just love the BBC and its efforts to remain neutral and uncontroversial in its presentation of the news around the world? Take for example the reporting on the mine disaster in Turkey. The BBC showed the following photo with this caption…
“Photos emerge of the prime minister's aide, Yusuf Yerkel, appearing to kick a protester in Soma”
“Appearing to kick”???????????? Don’t you mean “Kicking Hell out of…”
There are so many advantages of having a spellchecker on one’s cvompiuter. For example, it underlines in red the word cvompiuter so you realise you have mistyped or misspelled ‘computer’. A click of the right mouse button gives alternatives that one might prefer – sometimes just the one word and sometimes a list of words. I recently mistyped Postcrossing and it ended up as ‘Ppstcrossing’. Although I had added Postcrossing to the dictionary, the Spillchucker helpfully just offered me the one word – ‘cross-dressing’. Duh!