~~Oh Pooh! I almost had it!
Okey then, I think I will write something. Don't know why I should, though....really. I mean, if nobody's going to stop by and actually say something by comment, (instead of lurking) what's the point of blogging? I am not interested in reading this, what the heck, I already read it you know??
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Know what's really weird? Down farther on the page I had an image of a dark grey kitten standing in a boxer's pose (ready to fight, I suppose) and she's telling the blogger world she is going to "fyte for justis", etc. --- Well !! For some reason a ton of people must have thought this image was the cat's meow (ouch! Funny pun? NOT) because there was always at least half-a-dozen search engines where someone was looking for "upload kitty fyte" or words to that effect. On any odd day I decided to go over to the sitemeter and take a look, there they were......looking for that kitten. Very bizarre, I thought. Or not.
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Oy. Now ain't this exciting? I shuda stayed home today. I got nothing. Well, there's the unexpected memory flash I had a few days ago. Have no idea what was on the TV screen, sometimes I have it on and it just sits there and drones some stuff or other. I am generally not paying any attention. Keep telling myself, put a CD in the thingie, slap those great Koss stereo-ears on and listen to great music. But I just keep wasting time wandering all over cyberspace. I was planning on doing some serious peecee cleaning up/out, but got sidetracked and never got to it. *sigh*
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What was I talking about in that last paragraph? Hmmm. Had the TV on ....*check*.....*wasn't listening* ..... *ears*. OH Yeah! I remember. There was a brief clip about a singer/actor I haven't thought of for a gazillion years. His name is--was Mario Lanza. Tenor. Opera. Then the movie studios discovered him and he started crooning pop songs, mostly romantic stuff. Made us girls' hearts go all melty and mushy. His black curly hair and Italian good looks didn't hurt his reputation, for sure! He was, in the late 40's, early 50's what we called a *dream boat*. Which is kind of silly, isn't it? What's a dream boat got to do with "it"?
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Well anyway, I gotta get over to Amazon, sign in, search. For any re-master of an album by this "dream boat" fella. Ah Mario, I was all alone in Rome, where were you? Oh yeah, I forgot.....I wasn't alone. Heehee. I sauntered over to the *Ritz* which was a hotel on the main drag (which I have, of course, forgotten the name of) but I didn't forget what a couple of "The Girls" back in Wiesbaden told me about the Ritz. A Navy officers' hangout, pick-up joint, only this wasn't a "joint", the Ritz was just that....ritzy. Yeah Baby.....Wheeeeee
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~nutz! I already did a blog about my solo trip to Rome which was supposed to include a ride over to the Isle of Capri (a very short boat ride, actually). There's sort of more interesting stuff, I think, on that blog. Did I save it? I'll go look back at The Mousetrap.
Yup. There it is.