More Indexing - and a New Look for the HIA Blog!

Hey peeps! You might have noticed the HIA has gotten a bit of a practical facelift - and I don't just mean that saucy pic of the librarian to the right! A, what we call in the bizness, "tag cloud" has been added in the top right corner of your "screen" (that's the thing you're looking at now). This is a form of "indexing" (that's using "indicator" to find "content") and it will help you, the simple, simple "users" of the HIA blog.

Just click with your "mouse" (that's the thing that moves your "curser" around the "screen" . . . and the "curser" is . . . oh, nevermind . . .) one of the labels on the top right. That will take you to all the posts that have been "tagged" (like when you go hunting? And the deer or geese or whatever have a "tag" on them?) with that term will come up. Those in larger and bolder print have more entries.

So how useful is that?? Say you want to find all the entries with video? Instead of scrolling around, just "click" with your "mouse" on the "tag" "video" - that will bring up all the videologs! Or you want to find all the post by Mully? Just "click" with your "mouse" . . . oh, you know the rest! Hopefully, at some point I will come up with a thesaurus, so you all can see the list of "tags" used and proper cross-referencing for other terms (mmMMMmmm . . . cross-referencing . . . .)

And no, there's no need to thank me . . . just knowing that the HIA blog has been properly indexed is thanks enough. Now I can finally sleep at night . . . .

i lost my cell phone

again.

I found my cell phone

You can reach me now.

Perhaps you have wondered....

What is it like to go to a super-cute thrift shop everyday.....
now with the magic of technology, you can visit me there!


http://prcthriftshop.blogspot.com/

It is almost like being there!

I've Finally Found Mr. Right!!!

I just had to clue you guys in on the new LOVE of MY LIFE!!! Just click below to see this dreamboat! But remember, girls, I've called dibs on THIS one!

The Future Mr. R.R. Abeln!

And hes' still single - can you believe it??? What a keeper! And you all said internet dating wouldn't work for me . . . again.

Do you guys think I have a chance?

BTW, be sure to read the comments - he's really got the ladies talkin'!!! And don't miss his website . . . YES! He's got his OWN website! *sigh* I hope you have sound on your computers!

Guess What?

I now have digital video capabilities.

What's On Your Desktop?

My friend Mark just sent me this picture of the Cathedral Spires and now I look at it whenever I turn my computer on. What are you looking at?

Domain Name

Can all you creative geniuses help me come up with a name for my next website. I want to sell my handmade paper and offer workshops on making paper. All the paper is made from wild plants of the prairie. PrairiePaper.com is taken. Let me know what you think.

The Trainablez - Now on the Web!!

Their fans demanded it and now their prayers have been answered . . .

SEE . . . the Trainablez... (well, eventually)
HEAR . . . the Trainablez... (http://www.myspace.com/thetrainablez)
TASTE . . the Trainablez... (anytime you're in the Tri-State area. we'll come to you!)
TOUCH. . . the Trainablez... (see above)
SMELL . . . the Trainablez... (Skratch n' Snif stickers coming soon!)

You've tried the best, now try us!

Request for Streamlined Blog Reading

Would one of you blog-savvy sorts out there consider putting links to our authors' other pages along the side? It is starting to be very tiresome going to everybody's profile to get to their other sites. Of course, in mully's case, it might be best to not link to every one of her seperate blogs until after the intervention. (we may want to consider enlisting the help of the Starbuck's dude for that) Thanks.

Sincerely, Boomer

Comment Hater Goes on Coment Binge

So you know, I just added a comment to every post between here and "phoning." Please scroll. But if you have any replies could you email me or something? My scroll finger's tired.

Vermillion Librarian Knits, prepares for apocalypse

According to reliable sources in Siouxland, a Vermillion librarian has spent the last two days watching 3 Matrix movies and 2 Resident Evil movies and Constantine while knitting afghans.

When asked for comment, she reportedly said "Look. I'm a few steps ahead of the rest of you. I can see the future, man. You can believe what you like. All I know is, when climate change hits, and when the Matrix begomes apparent, and when the T-virus hits our streets and the demons began to cross over into our realm due to the assistance of a vengeful angel . . . then who'll look crazy for knitting all the afghans and scarves?? Yeah. That's right. All of you are gonna be all 'Oh, I wish I had a scarf, I wish I thought to make knitted throw to protect me from machines with AI and the Nemesis project and Mammon, the son of Satan . . . .' . . and I'll be all like, 'Too bad, suckas!! I only got enough knitted goods for me!! And Keanu. Beat it, losers!! . . . yeah, I'll be right with ya, Keanu.... do you need another afghan?' "

Sources close to the Librarian indicate she has been eating a lot of procressed chees lately, which may account for her warped state of mind. Authorities are monitoring the situation and a knitting intervention is planned. Local video rental agencies have be advised not to let her rent any movie with apocalyptic content or starring Keanu Reeves.

Keanu Reeves' agents have been alerted as a security precaution.

Mike and I Were Almost Amish Yesterday

So we have a convertor box for the TEEvee and the DVD player, and one or more of the cats chewed through the adapter cord. Back in my day, replacing a jack just meant going to the store and buying a jack, however, because "techmology is very important in our world today," adaptors now come with a host of plug-in's and warnings about not reversing the polarities, or one will blow out the electricity for the entire tri-county area.

So Mike took the be-chewed adaptor to the Walls of Mart, and the electronics dude gave him forewarnings as mentioned above about the doom and destruction he would wreak upon the earth were we to buy the wrong adaptor.

Last night we ventured back to WalMart with the entire convertor box to make sure we did not flirt with the apocolypse. On the way, I wondered if we would get a clerk who would look at us askance and just be like, "Um, yeah, you just need this thing. It's $3.99 American dollars. You can take it to the counter and they'll ring it up for you."

My worry was that the initial dude just freaked us out and that buying the jack wasn't that big of a deal, and that by bringing in the entire convertor, Mike and I would look like we had just ridden our buggy three hours into town to ask the worldy ones if the spirits inside the little black box that bring the evil talking pictures into our home had perished.

"Is God punishing us for when Michael Patrick took up the saw that is fueled by the oil of Satan at Abraham's barn raising last fall?" we would beseech the freaked-out clerk. "Would the people inside the box return if we read enough scripture?"

"Does it make God angry that we look to the demon cube during His harsher winters when our fingers are too numb for cross-stitch or whittling toys for the kinder? We fear He will not heed our prayers; prithee, will you tell Him that we only gaze upon This Old House, and only after He cast away the Baywatch?"

Fortunately, we got a gearhead clerk who was excited to tell us about the features on our new adaptor and why we had chosen the perfect jack for our television-viewing needs. So last night I saw "The Jerk" for the first time. I know -- I'm the last American child of the 70's who hadn't seen it. I can't believe I lived a life without knowing the horrors of kitten juggling.