Google is very wise indeed.
In the right-hand column of YouTube where I found this video, it suggested that I’d be interested in viewing Marilyn Manson debating Bill O’Reilly.
This is what I’m talkin’ ’bout. That there. That’s genius. It’s inspired. Google knows me better than I know myself. See, I thought I wanted to hear about the process of the creation of a song I admire. It was just a bonus to see Lyle Lovett bang it out naked on a weird minor league TED Talk stage.
But Google knows things. Astonishing things. Ask the people that run it. They know everything about everything important, and that’s just the people that work there. They make the Genius Bar look like the short bus. Their thingie that searches the Intertunnel knows even more. It knows everything. It looks right into your soul every time you go lookin’ for something. It knows why you mistyped that gerund, even if you don’t. It knows that you’re just being oblique. So it’s a Slavic Bride you’re in the market for. Slavonic Dances is just a ruse to fool the fellow sitting next to you at the grimy public library computer terminal, isn’t it? Google knows.
I had no idea I wanted to see Marilyn Manson debate Bill O’Reilly. I still don’t, but I must. Google said so.
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Google. I think it's that "goo" part that's dangerous to us. Don't want me no goo nearby less'n it's well corralled.
Piss on Goggle and the modrun version of the telegraph; I 'member when the whole dadblame thing was wood and leather, so don't give me none a' yor dad-blamed "the-old-is-bad-and-the-new-is-good truck.
I use Google as little as possible.
My uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens.
He told me gerunds just sit around in the cage; they don't run on the wheel like hamsters do.
I love Lyke Lovett! Thanks for this one.