I love Google predicative search
engine. Just type in “how to” and it will tell you what people
are searching for. The top ten are never the topics I am interested
in researching at the moment. But if you wanted to know what people
are thinking about right now, type it in. I think it's amusing. I was
thinking how many of these things do I know or would be able to
figure out without researching.
This is what I found today when I typed
in “how to” on Google's website.
How to tie a tie.
How to delete Facebook. (How about
just cancelling your account?)
How to make a cakepop (I can figure
out how to poke a candy stick into a small cake).
How to take a screenshot on a Mac (You
got me there. I don't even use one).
How to hard boil eggs (Yes).
How to make french toast (Oh yes! And
with brioche or Pannetone! Ahhh... heaven).
How to download you tube videos (No
comment).
How to get rid of acne scars (You
don't want me to hold lasers to your face. But if you do offer me an
insane amount of money, like $1.4 million assuming about $400,000
goes to the government, then I'll do it).
How to cook asparagus (Yum! Yes I do).
How to love lyrics (I'm assuming this
is a song).
On a side note, there are so many
songs that are popular, I hate their lyrics. They repeat the same
chorus – a single word or phrase so many times like that song that
was so popular and so whiny by Green Day. I hope you have the time
of your life. That phrase is
repeated 4 times. It is the end of the chorus which is repeated three
times at the end. The chorus comprises of half of the lyrics of the
song. It is one of my biggest pet peeves. WE GET IT ! OK?!? If I have
walk through Costco with its concrete walls and floors reverberating
that mess of a sappy high school graduation party song where everyone
is in that sentimental mood, then pass me a 50L bottle of wine so I won't suffer anymore. I'd rather be stuck in a room with Rosie
O'Donnell and Richard Simmons for 5 seconds. My hell is eternity with
those two and that song playing nonstop.
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