tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144106.post-38059729458315725312007-12-03T22:20:00.001-05:002008-05-27T13:13:53.347-04:00I am so sorry to have disappointed you in your search on the Internet. I realize that you came to my site looking for something - something different, something exciting, something a little bit risque. And then Google sent you to <a href="http://www.unhappymedium.com/2006/04/basic-cable-battle-round-one_26.html">this post</a>, where you found only wrestling. <br /><br />How you must have despaired to have been let down by our fine friends in Mountain View! Let me tell you this - you are not the first to be foiled by Google. My friend Annie - you probably stumbled across her name in that wrestling post, if your dismay allowed you that much - moved to Mountain View expecting city-wide WiFi. How very wrong she was. Almost as wrong as you were when you clicked on that link to unhappymedium.com.<br /><br /><span class="fullpost">I, too, am to blame for this regrettable state of affairs. I cannot possibly satisfy everyone in the wild swarm of cyberspace. And, like Katie Holmes faced with an objective analysis of her career options in the absence of an A-list husband, I've made my peace with it. But it hurts me to think that someone sought me out, taking care to type three carefully chosen words into a search engine, only to find something so unexpected - and so very, very yellow. <br /><br />So my apologies to you, dear reader, for being reckless with my words, for not realizing that a few sentences dashed off in the heat-of-the-WWE-moment could have misled not only the Google webcrawlers, but also you. And I so dearly hope, the next time you wade into these Internetted waters, that you are not discouraged - and that you indeed find what you are looking for. <br /><br />Even if that thing is "pre ejaculation diaper." <br /><br />All my blogging best,<br />Elizabeth</span>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685100845039392596noreply@blogger.com