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It is all Google’s fault. I got tired of the same old ads that Google kept pushing on my Youtube videos. I knew the ads are based on my digital description that the algorithms has built up based on my viewing habits, so I decided to throw the algorithms a few curves. I decided to search for some products that would make the algorithms blow a fuse.

The algorithms focus on major life events, so I cooked one up. I got engaged. I pulled a gender bender, became a blushing bride, looking for wedding gowns, a double whammy on Google. That worked…sort of. I got ads for wedding stuff, but still the same old ads for outdoor sports and motorcycle stuff. I decided to move on to the next major life event. I didn’t wait, because most couples don’t seem to wait anymore either, and the 9+ month waiting period between marriage and baby’s arrival seems to be out the window. I searched for diapers, but got ads for senior diapers. Yecchh! Next I tried nursing bras, a combo punch to the algorithm, both changing gender and having a birth “event”. Bingo! The old ads decreased, but new ones appeared – bra ads. I figured that if I was going to look at boobs, I might as well look at big ones, so I searched for 44DDD Bras

OK. I was now getting a lot of ads featuring glorious bosoms. But then I started getting ads for “the thing”, sort of a compression garment. The ads featured frowning, unhappy ladies, looking in the mirror at bulging dresses, with muffin tops, multiple ripples, and enough love handles for a whole bowling team to take hold. But then the lady pulls up the elastic sleeve as she tucks in all the protuberances, skin aprons, lumps, and blubber bulges. She then pulls down a slinky dress, and Voila! She now smiles at the reflection of a body that looks like a slightly chubby Olympic gymnast.

I used to admire women with a good figure, picturing them jogging, working out at the gym, and picking the diet special when they ate out. Now I have nightmares of meeting a shapely woman, who, upon removing her garments, displays white flesh popping out the top of her clothes, like shaving cream spouting out of a ruptured aerosol can. I see visions of slender figures unleashing what looks like waves of lava, hardening, and overlaid with more and more successive layers, sort of like a human stack of pancakes. I no longer trust my own eyes, and can think of no way to avoid being defrauded, short of joining a nudist camp.

Alas! I now have realized that what I see is not what I will get.

I have lost my faith in Womanhood.

Here on the sprawling thousand hectare V estate, we have all sorts of trees. The fruit trees are typically under 15 meters in overall height. The berries, of course, under a meter. But the gymnosperms, evergreens, can grow in age and health to well over 35 meters. Senior oaks, as well. Perfect for antennas of all sorts-great for keeping in touch with the aging walker assisted radio amateur community, And for those not addicted to TV, a more sensible way to enjoy this dying/morphing broadcast medium, without the confiscatory charges of the cable companies. And to quote Pink Floyd, almost all Shite there anyway. Infomercials and the God squads. For well under a hundred USD, an antenna does it quite nicely. Also doubles for FM radio, which doesn't, BTW, seem to be in the throws of media death. Add a rotator, and being here not far from Oh Canada, way ooouuut there, Eh?, ---and even a few of their stations come in, on some nights. And get this, these are still analog modulated signals. Easy way for me to get my daily dose of liberal Canadian PC, as well. But I digress. Climbing one of these formidable plants is at once vigourating, and indulging in living on the edge. The women in my family use other, more colorful, words here. Because the lower sub canapé branches have long fallen away, one right through the roof into one of the servants' cottages, a small ladder is needed to get to that first sturdy branch. But then, successive ones run right up to the top, where luckily, no Ospreys or Eagles have decided to raise their young, YET! When this happens, the nanny state regulators bestow sainthood then on the plant. Hands then off, VIERK. But by retaining just a tad of our simian skills, the branches are typically spaced well within reach of even a shrimp like me. The safety trick is, of course, after assessing the strength of each next branch, in keeping three out of four monkey limbs attached at ALL times. For taking down trees, chainsaw in hand, a climbers' leather belt is best, but I used rope, when I took down that threatening big pine, with the roof piercing 100 pound lower rotting branch. All in 8 foot sections, tilted by a come along. Neighbor's took them all for various uses. And how marvelous is the ascent. A tree is an ecosystem all its own. The protective bark is a marvel of bioengineering, yet how all those beasties breach it is amazing. The woodpeckers somehow, without everlasting headaches, easily go right through, thereby providing deeper access to all sorts of insects. One sees it all. Occasionally, a red squirrel loudly chirps out disapproval from above, even bombarding the climber with stored acorns, only to vacate the premises as the approach to the crown continues. All sorts of abandoned bird nests, most also engineering marvels, await the climber, some, rarely, appear to be either stolen, or reused. But what do I really know? Lots more, folks, but eventually we reach the top. These trees seem to grow first by laying down a circumference of small proto branches, with an apical central shoot branch leading the way, ---usually, these are strong enough for some pesky birds of prey to mount a huge nest. But for those of us who don't use wings too fly, the perch usually is strong enough to allow leisurely views of the ocean bay, and distant hills, along with all sorts of water craft, and sea life, and birds/insects on the wing----the latter all being for another nature blog.

I decided to combine these two concepts in one blog because in some way they are related. Money isn't the best thing about living (in case you haven't learned that yet). I've been on both sides of the equation and this is what I learned: money has a sweet spot. If you have too little, it's all you can think about while missing out on the things you love. If you have too much it's the same damn issue. It's all you can think about while missing out on the things you love. There's a sweet spot in the middle somewhere. It's a big sweet spot. But it isn't all that easy being outside of its borders on either of the sides in spite of what people who haven't been on both sides think.

Here's the bonus... As far as I'm concerned there would be no reason for living if it wasn't for women and dogs.

That's it. It's a short blog. But I think it pretty much says it all for me.

this blog is about beauty.

I find our blogger friend Robert....a real piece of work...a real beauty.

Trolls have come out from under their Bridges and they're louder and prouder than ever! Most should probably be ignored, but not all. Some are entertaining!

Headline News is where trolls are doing their best work though.

If I have to say something nice about Trump, and as trolls go, Donald J. Trump is truly awe-inspiring! There are too many examples to explore, and that's the genius of Trump! He's the terrific and prolific, Troll President!

That was until today. Trump's best 'frenemy', Vladimir Putin has raised the bar and is now the f n King of the Trolls!:

RUSSIA OFFERS SAUDI ARABIA SAME MISSILE DEFENSE IT SOLD IRAN AFTER U.S. SYSTEMS FAIL TO STOP ATTACK


Vlad, you magnificent bastard!

What a beautiful flower. :)

Happy Friday/Saturday all.

That's all I'm really going to say.
Indeed, maybe I said too much already.
The love police patrol my blogs
Just don't say, that I didn't warn you.
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in our home town when a pastor dies we spend the whole day praying,
when a drunker dies we spend the whole night drinking,
when a prostitute dies ,guess what .......................
am eagerly waiting for yo answers

Yes, it's spreading. The hostility between people who want to fight over "paper or plastic" has somehow permeated the crust of the earth we inhabit and by default, all of it's creatures.

If mountains aren't killing people, flesh-eating viruses are! Is the natural world taking it's pound of flesh? Or have we altered the psyche of the organic world by systematically replacing it with a synthesized one?

Bah! I don't really believe any of that chit but this IS a hostile planet and so I applaud the committed drive of industry to kill this wretched rock before it kills us! Damn the Doritos!


Oh, right. Don't go outside!