I wrote this the day before my surgery and scheduled it to post after my surgery so I’m either totally okay or I’m dead. Probably the first one.
Now on to the real Sunday post, which is about how Google is trying to insult me with the baffling auto-suggestions it gives me when I search for things. Am I the only one who gets these things? In the past few weeks I decided to record those that were particularly questionable. These are a few of the most confusing:
Stop trying to help, Google. You’re just making it worse.
And in other news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- Nothing. I’ve been busy. But there are hundreds of things to buy on there. But only if you turn your content filter off. Otherwise you only see both of the G-rated things I’ve created.
What you missed on the internets:
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- Brooke Shaden. Love her.
- Adopt an animal. Buy a calendar. Do both.
- I tried to get Scalzi to steal a dead fox for me but then he got caught and William Shatner wisely distanced himself from the upcoming arrest. It’s sort of a long story.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome: