Google

I’m still not sure about the reliability of Google stats. It seems to spit out random numbers. I’ll check the numbers every now and again and each time it’s different. I’m beginning to think it’s a farce- that it’s all made up. I wouldn’t know the difference. I’m sure there’s an algorithm that figures it out, but why the numbers come up different I’ll never know. 

            It’s okay when the numbers come in on the high side, but when they come in low it’s a disappointment. Where’d my readers go? They just disappeared in a matter of hours. It feels like I got a demerit. Nobody likes a demerit. It’s just Google messing with me. They don’t have anything better to do. That’s what power does. It messes with the little people. 

Noodles

I’m a Noodler, not one of those catfish fishermen from the southern domain, but a real live Noodler from Los Angeles. I had noodles on Saturday night and noodles on Sunday afternoon. I like noodles. I like soup. I like saying chop suey out loud. Chop suey. But I’m not talking chop suey. I’m talking soup. I’m talking noodles. I had Pho on Saturday and Ramen on Sunday. It doesn’t seem to matter where the soup comes from, I like it.

            The Japanese restaurant was a call and response place. It was very festive. There was a lot of yelling. The staff would say things in unison in Japanese. It reminded me of a Catholic mass or the old time ice cream parlor called Farrell’s. The lord is with you, and also with you. But it was in Japanese, so it was cool. Kanpai. Kanpai!!! It was like being in church.