What's In a Word Word Word ...

Quite a lot actually, at least if you take the initital letters of "Word Word Word" and come up with WWW. Ever since regurgitating this blog I've been somewhat confused as to why sometimes it has a 4/10 Google rating and sometimes it doesn't have one at all and I've finally solved the mystery.

It's quite simple, really. If I miss out the WWW I get my 4/10 rating, but if I add it, it disappears. This is because everybody who links to it links to it without the WWW, which means nobody likes it with the WWW in. Why, What's Wrong with WWW? Doesn't seem anything wrong with it to me.

Anyway, that's enough of Witty Woman's Witterings for now. Things to do, people to not see (I'm a hermit, remember).

Embarrassing Pubic Policemen (With Lice)

Google ads ... now, forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't they meant to relate to content on the page which they appear on? So, can someone please tell me why there is currently a Google ad on my blog offering treatment for EMBARRASSING PUBIC LICE??? (Actually, it's "embarrasing" pubic lice, but I refuse to repeat the missing 's').

There is nothing anywhere on this page relating to pubic lice, so the only possible explanation is that they have somehow homed-in on one of the blogs I link to, namely The PoLICEman's Blog, and taken it from there. I'd best be careful not to link to a writing blog called "My Pen Is Poised", then.

Don't Rip Your EMO, Chuck

There's this ad keeps appearing in my Google AdSense thingy, asking me if I'm EMO and, if so, do I want to meet other people who are EMO so I can hang out with them, upload pics and blog about whatever. Well, apart from the fact that I have no desire to hang out with anybody (does the word "hermit" not mean anything?), I have absolutely no idea whether or not I am EMO because I don't know what EMO is. At least, I didn't earlier today. Now I think I might know, but I'm still not entirely sure.

As part of my investigation, I clicked on the link, but it was no help whatsoever, it simply took me to a sign-up page, although the site appears to be Australian so I thought maybe EMOS were a variation of emus. I then entered EMO in Google and it appears to be short for emotional ... well, I can certainly admit to that. However, on further investigation it appears to be emotional music, only not the sort of music I would class as emotional.

However, I quite like this description: "Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17-year-olds who don't smile, high-pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite band's signature, black square-rimmed glasses and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5ths of the face at an angle."

Now, were I still 17, I would probably be quite enamoured with a male person fitting this description, on account of how I was somewhat strange at that time when it came to what I did and didn't find attractive (I still am, but I've advanced somewhat in my age preference). However, as I am most definitely not 17 (and unable to pass for 17 even with the most amazing light system ever invented), I would probably find it rather perturbing. I therefore feel that this advertisement has no place on my blog and I will be considering visiting AdSense to ban it. I don't even want to attract 17-year-olds to it because they might leave messages telling me I'm old.

Although I think I now know what EMO is, I have absolutely no idea what ripped chucks are. I thought maybe they were jeans, but the description already mentioned those, so they must be something else. If anyone knows what they are, please tell me. If you know what unripped chucks are, tell me that instead, because I can probably work it out from there.

Obsessed With Flashing Lights

Without further ado I will start catching-up on the last couple of years or so. We'll start with why I disappeared back in October 2004, although you might find it hard to believe, or parts of it anyway.

It happened like this. There I was, sat at my computer thinking about posting a blog entry, when without warning there was this incredible flash of light and a voice came out of the ether and said: "Woman! Get off your arse and do something useful for a change!". Well, to say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. I swear my gast had never been so flabbered. What could I do but obey? Voices don't come out of the ether that often, especially not accompanied by incredible flashes of light. I simply couldn't ignore it.

So, what useful thing did I do? Well, I went into the hall, picked up the jiffy bag that had just plopped onto my doormat, opened it, took out my brand-new The Sims 2 cd, put it into my disc drive ... well, that was that. I was totally hooked and forgot all about my blogs. I get these obsessions, you see, and I tend to jump from one to the next without warning. It can be quite unnerving at times. I did briefly think about starting a Sims 2 blog, but I never got around to it because I was too obsessed with playing it.

I have to say that part of the above explanation isn't entirely true, but you'll have to decide for yourself which part. In case you're wondering, my obsession with TS2 lasted almost 2 years, when it was replaced by an obsession with something not entirely dissimilar, but different. This in turn led to an obsession with something even better which is part of the first obsession but also separate from it, but I may decide not to go into that, at least not for the moment.

That's all for now. I need more comments on this and the previous one before I give anymore away. I know people are still reading this blog, otherwise it wouldn't have a 4/10 Google rating almost 2 1/2 years after it was last updated. That tells me that it has continued to be very popular and that I am probably the most undiscovered talent on the planet. Then again, it could be because of all the idiots who've been coming here spamming me about boobies, car insurance and tarot cards. I knew there had to be a catch somewhere.

Huge Prodding Boobies ... I'm Back!!!

Yes, the Eccentric Bohemian Hermit is BACK!!! So, you see, I was not abducted by aliens (unfortunately, a woman of my delicate years never says no to a bit of free prodding) or anything else untoward ... wanna know what happened? Well, maybe I will tell you tomorrow, that way you have no choice but to come back ...

Anyway, I wasn't amused when I came back. All those spam comments offering me everything from car insurance to huge boobies ... first thing I did was delete as many as I could find before I started falling asleep from total boredom. I will do the rest when I get around to it. Quite why so many people offered me tarot readings and the like on this blog instead of my other one is anybody's guess. Not sure whether I'm going to update that one or delete it, probably the latter. I know people liked it, but it was just too much hassle. I may start a new blog, though. I already have a subject in mind, but I'm not going to mention it for a few days. Look, I have to keep people visiting, OK?

So, that's it for this first post in over two years. I know you're all desperate for more (well, this one was rather boring, wasn't it), but good things come to those who wait. I should point out that I think I am probably rather more eccentric now and I'm certainly more Bohemian, but it's possible that I am slightly less hermit-like. It could be an age thing. Christine might know, she was this age 2 years ago ...

Oh, and before I forget, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!