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My Grandma CONTINUES To Be Cooler Than Your Grandma

Posted by kimlno on July 17, 2009

Do Grandmas get any cooler than this?

Do Grandmas get any cooler than this?

I know you were all perched precariously on the edge of your seats to hear what my remarkably magnificent grandma would say in her next email, so here it is:

Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 4:21 PM

Kimberly,

Thank you for Emailing me. I am computer ill-literate,so bear with me when I do something wrong.

First of all, a comment on your new name.  I was born in Minneapolis, you know. and it is a little “reminiscent” of that. Is that sort of  your computer moniker?

Now, to get to the real business of the day. Your weight problem.  I read your last blog. I feel like using the word bastard, too, when I hear what has been going on with you for all these years. I just can’t believe the incompetency somewhere in the medical community. I hope you have  the problem solved and are on your way to new and wonderful horizons.

I laughed at your description of yourself as a giant cocktail olive. I hope your Barbie doll therapist turns out to be a good friend on your way to a new body.

I love you so much, Kimberly.

Grandma.

Harsh criticism sandwiched by loving compliments. I told you she was good. Although, I have to admit, for a mere moment, I was loving Grandma a little less with the “weight problem” comment. Geez, Grandma. Don’t hold back, now. My delicate feelings are of no consequence, or anything. Tell me how you really feel. SHEESH!

Is it any wonder that I am as brutally honest as I am?

Regardless, just when I thought she couldn’t get any MORE awe-inspiring…she sent me this:

Thu, Jul 16, 2009 at 10:43 AM

Kim,

Read your blog. Would have been so worried about you years ago when you had no safe place to skate. And your near disaster in Santa Barbara. Stay safe now.

Using my left hand.

Love, Grandma.

Aw. Wait. Does that mean she’s not worried about me NOW? (I kid.)

Why was she only using her left hand, you ask? Because she just had surgery for her carpal tunnel syndrome on Monday. Yes, you read that correctly. My almost 90-year-old Grandma had major surgery, on her hand no less, and she STILL managed to send me a lovely comment on my last blog post. And some of you can’t even manage to push the little “like it” button. You should be ashamed of yourselves! ASHAMED, I tell you.

ANYuseapencilclenchedbetweenyourteethifyouhaveto, what my grandma fails to mention is that ALL of her grandchildren lived on, or near, the Cliffs of Insanity. If you think the little hill out in front of my house is bad, you should see the behemoth my cousins Cam and Mandy had to contend with.  Roller skating, bicycling, even walking in less-than-comfortable shoes were simply not an option on Jameson Drive. Heck, trick-or-treating was barely feasible. If it had not been for the promise of free candy, I think we would’ve skipped the event entirely.

And my other three cousins lived on a rather steep slope themselves (in all 15 different locations). What’s up with that? Why is it that, at NO TIME in all of our combined childhood years, did any of us live on a flat street? Did our parents not consider the fact that we might want to bike and/or roller skate without losing a limb, or putting our lives at risk?!? Or do the family elders all have an unnatural or inborn affinity for living on top of a mountain? It boggles the mind. Truly.

Thank you, Grandma, for each and every one of your stellar emails. Your computer skills are astounding, and I am so very proud that you are my grandma. I hope that I never disappoint you and continue to amaze you with all the things I can do. I wouldn’t be half the brilliant person I am had it not been for you. All of my love and hugs and kisses.

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I Was Searchin’

Posted by kimlno on June 12, 2009

Search-Engine-MarketingWhen you’re a big celebrity, like me,[1] it’s never a good idea to Google yourself. Chances are, you’re going to learn that not everyone loves you and thinks that you’re great. In fact, many people might hate you. Bloggers are notorious for crucifying those who dare to have a modicum of self-esteem. What a bunch of assholes. I mean, really, get a life!

ANYbloggersarepeopletoo, there’s a new search engine in town. Two, actually. The first is being advertised all over the place and it’s called “Bing.” So, I click my way over to Bing.com and right away I don’t like it. First of all, the Bing logo is orange and white. Hmmm. Can anyone think of another site that starts with the letter B and which also has a logo that is orange and white? If you guessed Blogger.com, give yourself a pat on the back because you’re correct-a-mundo.[2] Personally, I have issues with the color orange. Of all the colors, it is my least favorite. I understand that we need the color orange or else what would we call that citrus fruit that comes from Florida? However, I think it is used entirely too much. Apparently, orange is the new black. WHATEVER.[3]

The next glaring eyesore on the Bing.com site is the background image of Las Vegas at night. Not even a particularly good picture, either. Honestly, it looks like it was shot by some drunk with a disposable camera. The thing is CROOKED, and not in a Dutch angle sort of way, either. And, it’s predominantly featuring the giant glass pyramid known as the Luxor Hotel.[4] Really, the only redeeming feature of the entire page is the clickable boxes that pop up when your mouse hovers over the image. The one I liked best said, “As seen from space, this metropolitan area is the brightest city on Earth. Aliens will probably invade here first.” Cute, but I’m not impressed.

That’s when I decided to take this bad boy for a test drive. Let’s see what this Bing-thing ‘s got goin’ on under the hood, as it were. I type my name into the search box and *KAPOW*ten results appear on the screen, and they all look legit. I was kind of surprised that there weren’t any superfluous hits like I usually see on Google.[5] However, Google gets a bonus point for listing my Facebook page first, whereas Bing’s first result was my IMDb page. Geez, will I FOREVER be linked to “Sabrina, the Teenage Witch”?!?

ANYevilhartfamilyempire, Bing may have done an okay job on finding web pages about me, but the area in which they failed miserably was the image search. Who the hell are these people? Image #1 is NOT a picture of me, nor is it a picture of anyone I have ever seen before. #2 is a shot of a guest book at a funeral…WTF? #3 is some kid and his mom, again, who I’ve never laid eyes upon before today. And #4 is a MAN. An OLD man, to boot. Seriously, Bing-people, is this the best you could do? None of these images are even remotely associated with me or my name. Yeah, good work, guys.

Having had enough of Bing, I decided to try out Wolfram|Alpha. AGAIN with the ORANGE! When will this madness cease?!? After seeing the orange, I almost immediately quit. I cannot work with a search engine that is always orange. I just can’t. It hurts my brain. But, I reminded myself, this was not all about me. I mean, I have readers that NEED my opinion and guidance NOW. Suck it up, girlfriend. After taking a cleansing breath, I typed my name into Wolfram|Alpha’s search box and WOW was he good.

Let me give you a little background on Wolfie[6] first. He isn’t so much a “search” engine as he is an “answer” engine.  What that means is you can ask Wolfie a question and he will answer it to the best of his knowledge. For example, if you ask him why the sky is blue, this is his reply:

The sky’s blue color is a result of the effect of Rayleigh scattering.  Shorter-wavelength blue light is more strongly scattered in the earth’s atmosphere than longer-wavelength red light; the human eye perceives the color blue when looking at the sky as a result.

How wicked cool is that? I know! Right? And the fun doesn’t end there, either. Wolfie’s programmers gave him an identity. Can you say, “Shall we play a game?”[7] Let’s get to know him a little, shall we?

What is your name?
Response: My name is Wolfram|Alpha.

What are you?
Response: I am a computational knowledge engine.

Where are you?
Response: I live on the Internet.

How are you?
Response: I am doing well, thank you.

How old are you?
Response: 27.86 days. 27 days 20 hours 40 minutes 37.19 seconds. 668.7 hours. 3.98 weeks.
If that isn’t SkyNet-spooky enough for you, here’s a scary result:

Where am I?
organization | Verizon Internet Services
location | Los Angeles,California,United States
coordinates | 34deg 5′ 10″N, 118deg 22′ 34″W
city population | 3.845 million people
local time | 4:29 pm PDT | Friday, June 12, 2009

Well, at least he didn’t come up with a picture of me sitting at my desk as I was writing this.[8] My favorite answer, though, was this:

How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
Response: the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind (according to Bob Dylan)

I think I can forgive Wolfie for being orange, after getting to know him better. You should pay him a visit as well. After all, he has all the answers.


[1] Early stages of psychosis have already gained a foothold in the place I call “my mind.”
[2] Aaaaaay! I love the Fonz.
[3] If they bring back “Harvest Gold” though, I might have to hurt someone.
[4] Resort and Casino.
[5] And by “usually see,” I am, in no way, implying that I search for myself on a regular basis.
[6] Wolfram|Alpha is simply too much work to type, so I gave him a nickname.
[7] I asked Wolfie that question to see if he’d pick chess or Global Thermonuclear War, but apparently he’s too young to remember War Games.
[8] That doesn’t mean he CAN’T, however. Well, not yet, at least.

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Well, Ain’t That Something?

Posted by kimlno on June 7, 2009

Every day I find completely useless, yet amusing, information[1] on the internet. This is mainly due to the fact that I have no job, and really have nothing else to do. That’s not to say, if I had a job, I wouldn’t be doing the same exact thing except interspersed with my contractual obligations. I would. In fact, I don’t think I would even consider a job that didn’t include internet access. Huh. No wonder I’m not employed.

I’d like to take a moment here to remind you of the newly installed virtual “tip jar” at the upper right of this page marked “Donate.” As of today, no one has taken it upon themselves to be the first tipper. It is my belief that once one visitor leaves a gratuity, then everyone else will surely follow suit and the tips will start rolling in on a regular basis. As a little incentive, I’ve decided that the first person who leaves me a well-deserved tip will be featured in his or her very own blog post AND earn themselves a permanent spot on the READ ME home page as “My First Official Benefactor.” Don’t wait. Donate now!

ANYshamelessunemployedbeggar, I usually just share the interesting links I come across on my Facebook page, so my friends can have a good chuckle without having to do all that tedious web surfing.[2] Then, the other day I got to thinking[3] and I decided that I was doing a disservice to the loyal readers of my blog by not sharing these links with all of you. Sure, you could probably find all of these on your own, but then you would have the added bonus of my inimitable, witty commentary. So, as of this very moment, I have created a special area specifically designated for these internet gems called “Well, Ain’t That Something?”

What are you waiting for? Go there NOW!


[1] Crap.
[2] What can I say? I’m a giver.
[3] Which is never a good idea, and usually gets me into trouble.

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It’s No Fun Being An Illegal Alien

Posted by kimlno on February 25, 2009

"They're HEEERE!"

"They're HEEERE!"

If aliens landed on planet Earth today, they would have very little difficulty assimilating into our culture, as long as they had one thing: an internet connection. I assume that the only reason aliens would come to visit this dying planet would be because the internet makes it look so interesting. I imagine the aliens (in my alien vision there are always three individual aliens whose names are Zwat, Zwee, and Zwibble) as happy, trivia-minded folk who have no interest whatsoever in abduction or anal probes. Their home, the Planet Where the Alphabet Starts with Z (or PWASZ, for short), is made entirely of trampolines and movie screens, and they spend all their time bouncing from one interstellar film to the next. These three jolly space travelers bop around the universe in a big, bouncy bubble searching for more and different moving pictures with sound. These aliens don’t eat, they don’t sleep, and, really, the only thing they are concerned about is entertaining their giant, alien minds. It’s no wonder they eventually stumbled across Earth, because humans, if you were to take away their need to eat, sleep and procreate, would be almost exactly like the PWASZians, except with legs and arms. And orifices, but more on that later.

On PWASZ, our alien friends have spent endless hours exploring the depth and breadth of our internet. One site in particular, that would guarantee their seamless integration into society (not even one of their favorites, really) is the one called http://www.urbandictionary.com/. Although this site has pictures and, occasionally, sounds, it mostly consists of words. It’s not that the aliens don’t like words, indeed they do, but to really grasp the full meaning of the words, they need to see words in action. Sure, The Electric Company is fine for seeing two-syllable words come together to make one, but our aliens want whole sentences, even paragraphs, to come to life. And, so, they have traveled here.

For those of you not familiar with the Urban Dictionary, I suggest that, at this time, you should take a moment to peruse it. Go ahead and look up any word that pops into your head. Stumped? How about we do it together? Come on, it will be fun! Click here and enter the word “alien” into the search box (it’s in the upper right corner and instead of “search” it says “look up” – oh, aren’t they clever?). Go on! It won’t bite! Oooh. Aaaah. Look at all those words! I wonder what they would look like if they were a movie (that’s what the three Zs are thinking, that’s for sure)? Well, definitions 1 and 3 seem to describe our bouncy extra-terrestrial friends adequately, but take a closer look at 2 and 4. Oh, dear. That doesn’t sound a bit like our foreign friends. Aliens attaching themselves to someone’s face? Acid for blood?!? Aliens bursting through an innocent man’s chest wall, effectively killing the human male??? What kind of hideous, nightmarish unknown planet are these things from? Certainly not from PWASZ, I can assure you that. Ew. Number 9 is just wrong. As I noted earlier, our alien buddys don’t even have any orifices!

*ZWOOP*

Did you hear that? That was our happy-go-lucky alien friends bounding directly through Earth’s exosphere. Bye, little guys! *sigh* I can’t say as I blame them. And therein lies the problem with the Urban Dictionary. Often times it’s just TMI (too much information). Since the UD is comprised entirely of user submitted material, technically anyone can post any definition of any word they see fit. You could, if you were so inclined, return to the site right now and provide your own definition of the word “alien.” However, you haven’t yet finished reading this article, which I have put a lot of time and effort into making interesting and pleasurable to read. Leaving now would be considered rude. I am almost done. A few more sentences and you’re free to edit the entire Urban Dictionary and every Wikipedia entry while you’re at it. But, I digress.

The UD is not like the OED, which is edited by over 300 scholars, researchers, readers, and consultants, including John Andrew Simpson, British lexicographer and the OED senior editor. The last time the OED was updated was in 1989. The third planned edition, the OED3, is slated to be complete somewhere in the vicinity of 2037. Allow me to put this into perspective: the OED2 was released when I was but a mere blush of a girl at 18. When the OED3 is released, I will be well into my years as a senior citizen at the ripe old age of 67. Yes, yes, 67 is the new 57, and by the time I get to be that old it will probably be the new 47, but that still qualifies as old in my book. And don’t try to sell me that “you’re only as old as you feel” crap, because I am only in my late 30s and I FEEL like I am in my late 30s. I’m no 18-year-old, that’s for freakin’ sure.

ANYonefootinthegrave, the point I am trying to make here is this: if you require board certified, lexicographically researched, bona fide English definitions of authentic words, use the OED. However, should you need a less stuffy, layman’s term, slang, jive or streetwise definition, and you aren’t easily offended by obscene material, usually sexual in content, that may or may not be a completely sarcastic explanation of said terminology, by all means, use the Urban Dictionary.

The Urban Dictionary is not all bad. A search for “Kimberly,” my name, presented me with this result:

Urban Dictionary: Kimberly

WARNING: Do NOT, for the love of God, look up ANY of the following words or phrases, because once you’ve read them, they can’t be unread. Those images will be burned immediately and permanently into your mind and, most certainly, your everyday thoughts. I have three words of caution for you: scarred for life. You have been warned. DON’T DO IT!

The No-No List:  waffle iron, docking, Tony Danza, munging, Dutch rudder, Superman, Houdini, glass bottom boat, pink sock, Abe Lincoln, Alaskan Pipeline or Mexican ANYTHING.

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An Open Letter to Those Who Comment on Social News Websites.

Posted by kimlno on November 20, 2008

Could somebody please explain to me why certain internet users feel that it is their “Internet Duty” to tell the rest of the world that a post is “old.” If a post has upwards of 2000 hits on social news web sites like Digg.com or reddit.com that means those people have not, I repeat NOT, seen that post previously. Who are you to race to your snarky comment keyboard and say something completely inane like, “This is really old, but I guess it’s still funny?” Who died and made you “The Keeper of Archival Internet History?”

Have you ever thought that just maybe, perhaps, there might be people out there who aren’t intravenously connected to the internet, and that maybe the first time that particular post made the rounds, they missed it? Does it bother you that some people don’t have any idea who or what spaghetti cat is? And, just because they may be a little late to the party, that doesn’t mean it isn’t as funny to them the first time they see it, as it was the first time you saw it? That somehow they are less of a person because they aren’t hip to the latest internet meme that you and your vast useless internet knowledge heard about two weeks ago? Apparently so, because you just can’t stop yourself from telling everyone what a huge ASS you are because you knew about “The Evolution of Dance” in 2002.

Recently, I came across this comment: “Older than the internet.” Of course, that’s ridiculous and impossible, but you KNOW the prick who posted that thought he was SO clever that he not only highlighted your epic fail for not realizing that particular photo/article/comic is as old as the dinosaurs, but he also “made a funny.” You know what I think? I think you should get one post a day where you can make the “old-as-my-Atari64” comment and then you are cut off for the next 24 hours. Instead of trolling the internet for innocent amateurs, you could do something proactive with your internet time. Or maybe you could, I don’t know…GO OUTSIDE FOR A CHANGE. Just a suggestion.

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