I usta love google, back when we were using dialup, sometimes the connection crashed or dilly dallied before the info was posted, but it was so exciting to have all that data in front of us, with links to maybe a million segues from one topic.
I usta love switching pages and swallowing all the facts my eyes could absorb, food was irrelevant, sleep unnecessary. It was every library on the planet served on a platter before me, a meal for my mind, as I sat there sucking up every drop I felt 'the little grey matter' expanding as my mind blew up like a balloon with new words to learn along with tidbits of nonsense to add flavor and color changing every word noun verb adverb adjective sentence paragraph essay and digit the eyes could see.
The brilliance of knowledge from all those reams of paper satisfying every need of food and sleep, toothpicks were unnecessary to keep the eyes open at all hours of the night, while the desktop held up bones who refused to get up to go to bed.
I usta love the excitement of learning at a rate faster than the speed of light, it changed my world, my days, my nights the screen no longer a booob tube, and a happiness so fulfilling I forgot what the frig was.
Those were the days my friends, when knowledge was shared and the world was at peace, we all were to busy finding answers to the questions we always wanted answered and the questions we never thought to ask. "What are you doing?" was always answered with "GOOGLING!" And all was well with the world.
I usta love Google, now I don't even like Google. I pay to have my phone number unpublished and private, then the phone rings and it is someone who hasn't been in touch for more than twenty years. "How did you get our number?", "I googled your name and it was there."
I usta love google when I could ask a question and get an answer without ads selling everything I neither want nor need nor ever heard of being offered by every company in every part of the globe, along with stuff that has no close relation to any word in the question asked.
I usta love to think of google as the greatest most generous company every and I usta love to turn on the computer to see what I would learn and where I would go until they started offering answers to my emails before I even got to read them.
And I usta love google before it became a tv station filled with ads that interrupt the privacy of my brain, before it flooded my eyes with the trash that got me to turn off the tv and the flotsam sold as product information and genuine stupid copy.
So now my usta love google is requiem for what would have been the greatest invention since Johannes Guttenberg's Printing Press, the machine that made the term serf archaic and brought civilization to the door of greatness opening it enough for google to slam it in our face building a wall instead. Change is inevitable and google has not made it for the better. THE END.