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They Took Scroogle Away!

I've been on a bit of a "regular Internet" hiatus for some time now. The last time I opened my laptop was March 18, 2012 — to watch the "Talking Dead" online bonus segment — according to my browser history (and information on AMC.com).

Throughout this period, I was not receiving or checking messages, posts, mentions, etc., etc. Instead, I sent notes to twitter on the "mobile Internet" through smartphone applications. (I know, I know, it's all the same Internet, but I still make a distinction between the various methods of connecting to it.)
If you check my Twitter timeline from 3/18 to April 5, 2012, you're likely to see "@GetGlue" a lot. I'm pretty sure, anyway...

Right before my accidental hiatus, I discovered something awful: They took Scroogle away! I know this is old news by now, but I was so upset. Actually, I still am upset. Scroogle delivered Google's search results minus the Big Brother factor, among other things.
RIP Scroogle. You're deeply missed.

I haven't had the chance to use it extensively, but so far, DuckDuckGo has been my replacement search engine.

Time for me to shut the notebook. Tomorrow I'm going to try to get a good look at what I may have missed while away. The Twitter tools I use all indicate interactions have taken place, though I haven't actually looked at them yet.

Until then,
echo

P.S. I should acknowledge that today is the 18th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide (not to be confused with the discovery of his body — that happened on the 8th.)
In a tweet that made my stomach turn, someone said, "Kurt Cobain died a Justin Bieber ago." Using those two names in the same sentence... Icky, just icky. I'll look for the actual tweet tomorrow so I can give credit to whomever made my skin crawl...

Thursday April 05 2012: it echoes to this day...

1 resonated

"We're Ganna Party Like It's 1999."

Party we did. Actually we still are [partying]. Too much Micheal Jackson at this point. Trying to decide our dinner fate.

cheers,
echo

Friday February 24 2012: it echoes to this day...

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Dear NaBloPoMo,

When I signed up for it, I was incredibly sincere about my desire to participate in this project. Sadly, the end of February 1 is fast approaching and I am in horrible shape. Worse, I can't even remember what I was thinking, and therefore nothing about said situation can be done.

Basically, not a-one of you can possibly get a coherent statement out of me by the time the day is done. It's almost midnight.*

I'll try again tomorrow.

Sincerely,
echo

*Or is it?

Wednesday February 01 2012: it echoes to this day...

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No Oranges Were Harmed In The Making Of This Argument

So much time has passed since my last post. Here are things I planned to share with you in December of 2011. You can thank the Firefox extension Lazarus for the title as well as the two lost bits. [Someday I might explain the orange reference as most people won't know what the fuck I'm talking about. If you clicked-through looking for an explanation about the safety of oranges, I apologize.]

Recovery # 1:
I spent last evening/early morning gathered together with family members. These are people I actually care about, so it was a happy affair from the start.

Recovery # 2:
It has taken a lot to get me into this minor haze, but minor it is, especially considering the circumstances. (I spent the last decade building up an immunity to iocane powder, if you know what I mean, and I think you do... But if you don't, I'm sorry that this reference went over your head.)

Anyway...

I was sick and it was with a problem the average person might have — a cold. A major cold! I treated it poorly which meant not treating it at all, so it got worse, dr. had to be called, prescriptions were eventually taken, side effects experienced, finally the illness went away.

It either missed me or its' fraternal twin brother has set up shop in town because I am sick yet again. Similar to the last affliction, it's the type of cold that most people can catch and therefore can relate to.

I blame the children. But that discussion is for another time.

So that's my story, at least for now.

Time for sleep.
echo

I had to get rid of that stuff before I could proceed with the new year. Or something like that.

cheers,
echo
[01/13/2012 @ 1:02AM]

Thursday January 12 2012: it echoes to this day...

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They Took Scroogle Away!

"We're Ganna Party Like It's 1999."

Dear NaBloPoMo,

No Oranges Were Harmed In The Making Of This Argument