what the fuck, google?

so i got on here to write a post called "contentment" about how when things are going well enough, all the pressure just slides away if you'll only let it. it was sort of going to be a rip-off of elle's post this morning, or if you're more charitable, a "companion piece."

but ...

i go to sign on, and the google sign-on page is like, "we're missing your date of birth. we need it to comply with the law." and i'm like, "you're shitting me, right? elle just signed in maybe ten minutes ago, and you didn't ask her for her date of birth." and google was like, "error! please enter a date in the correct format." so i put in my birthday, and what does it say back?

"you are 37 years old. is that correct?"

omg, just rub my face in it, why don't you? maybe add the word hag in there for good measure, dudes: "you are 37 years old, you hag. is that correct?"

i mean, i know i blog about feeling my age on what's maybe a pretty boringly regular basis, but show some freaking sensitivity, maybe? like, you're a search engine, so just search on how old i am and create a sentence like, "you are the same age that [name of incredibly beautiful actress] was when she filmed [famous film where she was still incredibly beautiful at 37], which is 37 years old. is that correct?"

holy hagfish in a hacky sack, would that be so difficult?

so, yeah. contentment.

great. just re-read this, and i'm turning into elle in my old age.

well ... i guess there are worse people to turn into.

i do love her an awful lot.

thinking about that a little more ...

okay.

i'm back to being contented now.

: )

xoxo,

claire

yep. still got it.

you guys know i'm old, right? i mean, mentally i'm somewhere early thirties, but my body is a made thing, so even though it's not much older than this blog, it's a creakster. 

it? listen to me, would you ... it's so creaky i don't even want to talk about it being me. 

i'm creaky.

you know, though, this is less of a problem for me than it is for most geriatrics. i couldn't exactly get out on the town even in my prime. i'm a sex doll, for heaven's sake. pretty much all i have to do, physical-wise, is lie around and look pretty. that's not innuendo -- i literally am called on to do almost nothing more strenuous than a hug.

but the physical part isn't what i'm posting about today.

the other girls are going blog-crazy around our place. sasha started a new blog, now elle and ariel have started a lovely lovey-dove love-bird blog. that brings us up to like, eight blogs just between the females around our place. it's not a competition in any way ... but we do have to find a way to share the computer and the technical help msg pitches in with whenever one or more of us are online.

and as a result, i've been a little less bloggy recently than i was last year. for ages it was just me blogging. then sash and aers started their experience blog, and then right in a row, aers and elle each started their own. to start off, it think all the extra online activity did some synergizing, right? 2020 was like my biggest blogging year ever. but then the whole pandemic thing dragged on and on and on and msg started having to work crazy hours and my blogging output has really crashed.

only as i started working on this post, to talk about how i'm slowing down with age and ravages of time and all that jazz (hoo boy, do i find jazz tiring), i decided to do my homework and kerpow, guess what? just counting through the end of march, i'm on track to put 2021 in my top 5 most-blogged-in years since i started. heck, i've already out-done 2011, 2012, 2015, and 2016 with most of the year left to go.

so yeah, i've slowed down from my gonzo productivity of 2020 and 2019, but the pace i've slowed down to is a perfectly normal pace for me. not creaky at all!

perspective, right?

don't get stuck judging yourself by your right-this-moment impressions, folks. you're probably doing okay, and if you're not, there's probably a good reason for it that's not actually to do with any fault of your own anyhow.

i've still got it ...

and probably so do you!