Old school – NEW world

Bridging the gap . . .

Tag: Facebook

OGLE . . .

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Got an email from the monkeys at Hipstamatic touting their latest and greatest offering . . . oggl . . . even has a dot over the “o” suggesting some exotic European connection.

It doesn’t matter how you spell it . . . oggl or ogle . . . sounds intrusive . . . like Google’s “glass” . . .

From Middle Dutch *ooghelen, oeghelen (“to ogle”), frequentative form of oogen (“to eye”); or from Middle Low German ogelen (“to look at, ogle”), frequentative of ogen, ougen (“to eye, see”), equivalent to og- +‎ -le.
Compare German äugeln (“to ogle”).
More at eye, -le.

Verb

ogle (third-person singular simple present ogles, present participle ogling, simple past and past participle ogled)

(transitive, intransitive) To stare at (someone or something), especially impertinently, amorously, or covetously.

Oh . . . almost forgot what I was doing . . . oggl . .

First . . . you have create an account !!!

And what the fuck is all this “community” bullshit ? It’s starting to sound like a real cluster fuck out there in cyberville, re: Pinterest, Instagram and all the other photo-sharing/social media sites.

Facebookfriends“, “likes” and all the online mutual masturbation doesn’t mean your shit is any good, it just means there are a lot of pointless people with a lot of time to be checking all the social media sites . . . don’t you have jobs ??

Or, if you have jobs why aren’t you doing them?
Too busy fucking your phone . . .

I downloaded the oggl freebie . . . I hit the “join oggl” button . . .

I’d read some of the negative reviews about oggl on the app store and was being very open-minded . . . but when the “enter your email address” button popped-up the bullshit hit the reality fan . . . WTF ?!

I clicked out and started this rant . . .
I’ll delete the app as soon as I finish posting . . .

Then I decided to get the social disease germ off my device NOW and deleted it . . . now I need to delete the email !!

I’m going watch River Monsters . . . again . . . oh, your peers only know as much as you and quite often . . . LESS !! You gotta hang with those who have achieved at a higher level in your chosen field of endeavor if you want to move up the ladder . . .

ode to stupidity

Dr. Rebecca Davis
I want your ass
for my pillow
so I can dream
of the ocean
as you fart
whale sounds
mermaids
and
voracious killer squid
while
I sail
the Land of Nod
above
Uranus . . .

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bull . . .

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facebookies are like the “bullfighter” . . . just fucking stupid . . . and they probably text while driving . . . LOL OMG FTW WTF ROFL . . . U get tha pi-cha . . .

some stuff to ponder whilst ruminating . . .

First the bull is worked over by the guys on horseback . . . they lacerate the shoulder and neck muscles with their “pics” . . . then you get the banderillas . . . sticks with sharp blades (barbed) stuck in the shoulder muscles . . . then the guy in the “suit of lights” capes the bull until fatigue and loss of blood leave it standing, head down, tongue hanging out the side of its mouth . . . next comes the muleta . . . that curved bitch of steel . . . thrust between the shoulder blades and into the lungs . . . and when the bull slumps to its knees, another dandy in tights and little black flats . . . runs up and severs the spinal cord . . . at the base of the skull . . . the “coup de grace” (French)

you never see the coagulated blood mixed with sand . . . the flies on the bloody shoulders . . . maybe they should cut off the ball sac . . . cut out the tongue . . .

” . . . ask not for whom the bell tolls . . .”

Hemingway, aficionado of the corrida shot himself in manly fashion . . . shotgun . . . no prolonged watching the shades being drawn . . . no bloody froth bubbling up with exhausted breath . . . just WHAM bam, thank you ma’am . . .

Dear Diary . . .

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O-M-G !!! Today I got an email to moderate a comment on my blog . . . so I dialed up the blog instead of clicking the link . . . and?

Well, when the stats finished loading I noticed the bar for today was sticking up like an erection of my adolescence !!

WTF ?!” says I . . . must check this out . . . and when the expanded stats grid loaded comma my total views said 25K + . . . HOLY EFFING CHRISTO . . . !!! I was thinking I’d be lucky if I made 25K by the end of the month . . . yeh, I know some bloggers who use all the SEO crap . . . the social media (Facebook, Twitter, etc.) and rack up views like diarrhea . . .

Old school . . . NEW world has been around for three years now and I like the way it’s evolved. So it was like waking up to see Mt. Fuji rising up from under the bedclothes . . . now it’s all over and I await tomorrow . . .

and 26K . . .

oh yeh . . .

re: fresh pressed-ly

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re: something I read on Freshly Pressed . . . WordPress.

“A Letter To The Person Who “Un-followed” Me”

. . . you got “unfollowed . . . so what?!

blogging ain’t FaceBook . . . Freshly Pressed is like FaceBook . . . and I’ll never make THAT cut . . . like I said, blogging ain’t FaceBook.

Is it worse to “unfollow” than “unfriend” ??
WHO CARES ?? . . .
has no relevance in the void that is the Internet.

I “unfollowedCoco’s BIG ass on Twitter . . . no more “Thong Thursday” or “Titty Tuesday” . . . so what . . .

If you “follow” me . . . my blog(s) . . . be ready to stop . . . SUDDENLY !!
I don’t give hand signals and I don’t brake for dogs or idiots . . . there’s more where they came from . . . it’s called “natural selection“.

. . . punched my “like” button ?? . . . thankyouveddymuch . . . commented? u-u-u-m well . . .

H-m-m-m . . . you visited my blog and that counts as much as a “like” so thankyouveddymuch grazi, arigatogozaimashita . . . Danke . . .

. . . latest crazed 2ch) exhibitionist bin busy exposing herself – squashing suspicion ovr artifice uv her breasts w/claims she is poor 18-yr-old who complain 4 sum reason its boyfren has left it untouched . . . wat ?? mommy bagu or V-zone . . . ??

bye . . .