Google Me(me)

Electric Firefly inspired this bit of nonsense.

As you can see I don't need much encouragement to goof off. And it's fun. Try it.

*"Cindy" is the name that people who knew me as a child call me (parents, bro, etc.). My birth/professional name is Cynthia--but Cyn is who I am in the blogging world and to newer friends. As the saying goes, you can call me anything but late for dinner.

• 1. Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:

Cindy needs some validation and she's gonna get it no matter what! Damn straight!

Cindy needs to improve her social skills. But I'm Canadian! I have impeccable social skills!

Cindy needs to be accessorized, please. Well, 'ya got me there. Beyond earrings, I'm pretty well stymied.

Cindy needs to remind all her February crushes that we cannot be bought and that milk chocolates and diamonds only go so far. Apparently this Cindy has multiple personalities to go with all her crushes. That, or she's the queen of somewhere.

Cindy needs to put the crack pipe away and wake up to reality. Jeebus, talk about tough love!

• 2. Type in "[your name] is" in the Google search:

Cindy is a widely known frolic tune. Frolic. Hee. That's a fun word.

Cindy is awesome. Why yes, I'm am. Thank you for saying so.

Cindy is excited. Actually, I'm too beat to be excited. Vinyasa yoga class kicked my butt tonight.

Cindy is a recurring fictional character on the ABC television series Lost. Yes, and eveyone hates her, er, me.

Cindy is one of Hawaii's finest slack key musicians. Between my gigs on LOST.

• 3. Type in "[your name] likes" in the Google search:

Cindy likes the rain. Yes, but only at night. Sunshine during the daytime, please.

Cindy likes her new food. She ate her breakfast straight away this morning. New food? Where? No one told me about this. And I never, ever eat breakfast first thing in the morning.

Cindy likes dogs, bookbinding, Frank Lloyd Wright buildings and general architectural geekery.This is all true including the fact that I like my books bound tightly.

Cindy likes to be brushed and petted. She doesn’t mind being held, but sometimes she can get a little nervous when being carried around. Put me down. Now!

Cindy likes things simple. As opposed to say, simple things?

• 4. Type in "[your name] wants" in the Google search:

Cindy wants to know: Whose space is it anyway? Well, that's pretty easy. It's Rupert Murdoch's Space.

Cindy wants to look sharp. (singing) "You gotta look sharp..."

Cindy wants to know when her next showtime is. I am ready for my close-up.

Cindy wants the truth. And nothing but, 'ya hear?

• 5. Type in "[your name] gets" in the Google search:

Cindy gets her first Olympic gold medal. Bet you didn't know that blogging is now an Olympic sport. 

Cindy gets apartments in New York City and Bel Air, California. Life after my gold medal is very good.

Cindy gets in a tangle. Oh-oh.

Cindy gets wackier. Not a good sign. People tend to back away slowly when I get any wackier than I am now.

Cindy gets a visit from the FBI. Being wacky is now a Federal crime?

• 6. Type in "[your name] says" in the Google search:

Cindy says "George, Stop Lying!" But he won't. Damn that George.

Cindy says “Bring Them Home Now”! All of 'em!

Cindy says bye, and heads for the elevator. Fine, you won't listen, I'm outta here.

• 7. Type in "[your name] does" in the Google search:

Cindy does Canada. (self-censored) eep.

Cindy does some advertising for me. Yes, I do. Your bill is in the mail.

I hope I look a fraction as good as Cindy does when I am at that age!! :blush: Flattery will get you everywhere.

Cindy does not guarantee the speed or accuracy of answers. 'Nuff said.

• 8. Type in "[your name] eats" in the Google search:

Cindy eats apples. Preferably pre-sliced.

Cindy eats turnip for fun. Turnips are the funniest tubers ever!

Cindy eats half of a turkey sandwich. Please sir, may I have the other half?

Cindy eats more slowly than anyone I've ever known. Yes. I chew before swallowing.

Comments

[Cyn]

Dear Bro: I'll give you half on this. Yes okay, you shortened my name to "Cyn," however much earlier you called me "Dee."
I'm just glad we are still communicating. *hug*
--Sis

[Her Brother]

I called you Cyn before anyone else. I only stopped when I realized that my work of genius had been liberated by the world, and everyone started calling you that. I then switched to a moniker somewhat less likely to be yoinked: Sis.