May 13, FRIDAY, 2011
So, Dearest Blogger (Google),
You have taken away my post from Wednesday. In past days/years that might have bothered me. But today it only B O T H E R S M E !!!!!!--grin!
Actually, this is a message of appreciation for all you have given me for nearly three years. I have used resources of yours worth a king's ransom. I publish exactly what I wish. You send new 'tools' for free--with directions. I may come and go, stop or start.
The only Peeps who complain to me--or worse, wash me from their blogs, are those who ALSO use your myriad of services, which again, cost nothing. I may be playful, serious, --grin or LOL, even cuss a bit. I may publish a photo of a hay field, or of a beautiful nude. You are, to me, good Google...never rude.
You will fix "Blogger" and restore my post--it is the the first of mine I really LIKE out of several hundred. So I will practice my violin, get ready to play a wedding (on the beach) tonight at 7 PM, and when I arrive back here about 9 PM......
YOU HAD BETTER HAVE THIS F'KNG THING FIXED OR I'LL QUIT! (Wait a minute--I was never hired--grin!)
In reality Google, I love you, and wish you PEACE. Being at the apex of your discipline is so very difficult. Peeps have told me that, or I'd never know.
P/S But HEY! I did 'know' once, it was a quart of SMIRNOFF and a gallon of genuine White Port Wine which kept me on top for two whole days...I was King, Emperor, Director, Great Leader of all the world. I woke up in back of the barn, lying on a fermenting manure pile in the hot mid-day sun.