Captain’s Log 5,836
I love search engines. It’s always fun to see how people landed here. Some people land because they know this is where they want to go. Other people are obviously looking for something else and open a page. My guess is they are sorely disappointed. When you consider what they were actually looking for, I doubt if this place fits the bill.
My favorite in a long time happened yesterday. I checked my stats to see what people put into search boxes. This is one of the top ten.
Sworn virgins of puffcorn
That’s kind of fun, don’t you think? I thought so. I put that little phrase into Google images and this is what I got.
A picture of my own frozen shoes! An experiment to stretch them using little water bottles jammed into the shoes and then stuck into the freezer for a few days. Actually, it worked! When I did it for real, I also put some baggies of water into the toes and let those freeze up too. I wanted the full effect.
I didn’t see any images of sworn virgins OR puffcorn. Then again, I only looked at the first few images since I was so delighted to see my own shoes. Now narcissistic of me to stop there. How overly full of the letter “s” is that damn word? Might as well be spelling “Mississippi.”
Speaking of narcissism….. When Big Sister Mia and I went to Catholic school in small town Iowa, the principal of the high school was a nun named Sister Mary Narcissus. How funny is that? We called her Narz. Yup. Narz. And that was not a term of endearment. She was gone by the time I got into high school, and that was probably good for me. My sister had made quite a reputation for herself when she was enrolled, and I needed a clean slate without Narz to think badly of me.
Sister Narz actually WAS named after a saint and not a personality disorder. Saint Narcissus was a bishop in the early days of Jerusalem. I looked him up on Wikipedia. He was a toughie and many people didn’t like him when he laid down the law. Imagine people not liking to be dominated by some crabby old fart who thinks he is ordained by God. He was forced out of his position and some people thought he died. Apparently, he was living somewhere good with lots of fresh air and very little stress because he supposedly died when he was 160 years old. I really hate it when the Catholic church tells stupid stories like that. They have enough trouble with credibility without spouting off nonsense about ancient and cantankerous old men who defy the odds of life expectancy.
Sister Narz did not like my sister. She wasn’t there long enough to dislike me, but I am sure it would have happened. Maybe we should have renamed her order. Instead of the 3rd Order of Franciscans, they could have been called the Sworn Virgins of Puffcorn.