Personally, I use DDG because I really don’t care for Google’s search results anymore. I also don’t like how Google uses my search history to customize my news feed. Someone once asked me who won the previous night’s football game. I Googled it, and suddenly I was seeing a bunch of articles every time an NFL player took a shit. BTW: I don’t even like football.
Actually, I recently stopped using their news feed as well. Too often the “news” is just fluff pieces or links to sites with soft paywalls, and by the time it shows up on Google news, it’s always old, so it’s not really “news” anymore.
I still use Gmail though. It has really good spam filtration, and I can access it on all my devices. I also like that it’s not stored on my own computer, so I never have to worry about losing old emails. I really have no complaints there, but perhaps some people do.
And there are plenty of options out there if you want to avoid the big G. Sometimes I take advantage of those options. Take this site for instance: I installed a plugin that prevents fonts from being downloaded from Google’s servers whenever anyone visits. Sure, it might make the site look more consistent across platforms, but it can be used as a tool to track people across the internet, and that’s a shitty thing to do.
And yes, at one time I thought Google was pretty nifty, but now they’re sort of ho-hum. There are better options out there, and if you can’t or won’t avail yourself of those options, then it’s not Google’s fault. No one is forcing you or anyone else to use them.
So in my opinion, Google cannot be considered a monopoly. Even though it turns out they have engaged in some shitty antitrust violations, it still doesn’t make them a monopoly. Even if they have 100% of the search engine traffic, they still aren’t a monopoly. Why? Because Google does not sell search results. Google sells advertising, and the last time I checked, there aren’t any shortage of advertisers out there.
So where did this bullshit stem from? A while back Trump had expressed his dissatisfaction with Google’s Liberally-slanted search results. Later, in a drive-by interview, President Trump said his administration was “looking at” antitrust proceedings against Amazon, Facebook, and Google. Trump never used the word “monopoly”, but naturally after a few iterations through the echo chambers, the fanbase took this as evidence that Google was a monopoly… which it’s not.
It just seems to me that people who believe these kooky things drank too much of the political Kool-Aide.
DDG appears to be just a proxy for Google; it omits the same results Google omits even if they’re an exact match. Bing is better in at least some ways.
The term “Market share” represents the percentage of an industry, or market’s total sales, that is earned by a particular company over a specified time period to give a general idea of the size of a company in relation to its market and its competitors.
According to StatCounter’s own FAQ page: “We measure internet usage trends. To accurately measure usage, we have to base our stats on page views (and not unique visitors).”
You and StatCounter’s website are conflating page views with the term “Market Share“, and I am no longer interested in discussing this intellectually bankrupt argument any further.
I suppose I should start by telling you how it happened. It was an otherwise nondescript day back in February. I went to get out of my rocker-recliner and when I scooched forward to get up, the front armrests bottomed out on the floor as they always do. Unbeknownst to me, Alex just happened to be laying down there that fateful day, and his left arm managed to get pinched.
Of course he yowled the loudest I'd ever heard him yell in his entire life and shot off into the basement. I felt terrible about it, but then I had no way of knowing he was down there when I went to get up. After a short while, Alex came back upstairs, and I was able to check for injury.
Shockingly, there were no broken bones, no blood, and Alex was able to walk just fine. It almost seemed cartoonish at the time, but down the left side of his left arm was a ribbon of flattened fur. He seemed somewhat indifferent to this, and acted like he just wanted to put the whole thing behind him. Seeing as Alex didn't appear to be in immediate danger, I took a "wait and see" position.
Over the next month, the "ribbon" began to shrink inward towards his elbow. I took this as a good sign that his injury was healing naturally and everything would be fine... But things were not fine. After a month and a half, his elbow began to swell. By mid-April I had to take him in to the vet for an exam.
The vet did a fair bit of Hmmm'ing and scrunched her face a lot. She didn't want to poke it with anything for fear it might introduce something. She took some measurements and expressed a "wait and see" attitude. I then scheduled a follow up appointment two months out.
Only a month later in mid-May, the swelling on his elbow had increased to the point that it started to ulcer. I called the vet and got him in immediately. This time they tried to drain it, but it went horribly. After the first stick, Alex started squirting blood all over the place, and the vet and technician freaked out and were running around looking for towels while I had to hold my cat down in a growing pool of his own blood.
After they got things back under control, she tried again with a larger needle, and went in from a different direction. After plunging to the center of the mass, she remarked that it was solid and that the fluid had probably dispersed into the surrounding tissue. She then went on to suggest that it might even be "malignant" and recommended a biopsy. They gave me an estimate for the procedure that ran from $500 to $800. I immediately left and made an appointment with another vet that I had gone to in the past.
The next day, my alternate vet didn't have any good news. By now, Alex's arm was very infected. At first he suggested that the arm would have to come off, but after noting Alex's age, he pulled back and recommended palliative care. I pushed for a quote on the cost of an amputation, and he informed me it would be around $3500 at the lowest, and that at his age, Alex would only live another 6 months after the surgery, and to just stick with palliative care.
They gave Alex a shot of antibiotics, a shot for long term pain management, prednisolone tablets and a liquid antibiotic, along with an appointment to come back about a month later.
Over the memorial day weekend, I cleaned Alex's wound and administered his meds. Alex was still Alex though. He obviously wanted to live, so I began making phone calls. Eventually I got in touch with the Humane Society. It took week and a half to finally get in, but after looking at Alex's arm, their surgeon said that the arm was "not compatible with long term survival" and agreed to amputate it... in two weeks.
That was the longest two weeks of my life.
Every day that thing on his elbow grew bigger and bigger. In the final week, it started to split open. It looked like something out of a horror movie. The outer layer of skin died off and eventually I had to cut the hard chunk of dried flesh off with scissors. Fortunately the antibiotics prescribed by the second vet kept the wound site free from infection.
And through all of this, Alex was still Alex. He just kept on living his life like nothing was wrong. Even with that thing on his arm, he still walked normal, climbed up and down the stairs, jumped on the bed, table, dresser, et cetera. Part of me knew this cat was gonna make it, but part of me was scared that his arm was going to go septic and Alex would die.
I felt relieved on the day of the surgery. We made it through to this day! Alex would be a tripod, but he was going to live! I dropped Alex off at the Human Society and went to work expecting to pick him up between 4:00 pm and 5:00 pm.
My phone rang a little before noon. The voice on the other end informed me that the surgery had gone fine, and they didn't notice anything wrong during the procedure, but in the recovery room, Alex's heart rate began to drop, he went non-responsive, and his pupils dilated. The surgeon explained that sometimes a blood clot will break free during the surgery and make its way into the brain. Alex had had a stroke. There was nothing more they could do.
Moments later, Alex died.
Usually I show off pictures of Gail here, (she's doing find by the way). Gail is a fun dog who loves to constantly run and play, but Alex was the one that I could really count on for affection. He would hop up on my chest when I was resting in my recliner and purr. He would be there at the door to greet me when I came home. He would keep me company when I pooped. He would wake me in the morning, and insist I gave him a thorough petting before I went to sleep at night. He talked to me with his incessant meows, and made sure I never left the house without filling the food and water bowls. Alex loved to get his "full kitty massage" complete with belly rubs, and he was the kind of cat that would walk up and headbutt me to let me know I was his as much as he was mine.
The house feels so empty without him now.
I miss you Alex,
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What is Flush Twice?
Flush Twice has been around since May of 2003. It started out as a JOTD (Joke of the Day) website. New jokes were published every weekday. Over the years, good jokes were increasingly hard to come by, and eventually they got so rare that I just stopped trying to publish them.
Since 2004 there has also been an eponymous comic. I still occasionally publish a new one on Saturdays. It’s also rare anymore, but sometimes it happens.
Here lately I’ve been posting a “Link of the Day”. For the time being, I will be featuring a new website from my enormous collection of bookmarked websites every weekday. None of it is solicited promotions, and no one is paying me to feature their site. These are just websites that at one time I thought were interesting enough to add to my bookmarks folder.
I highly encourage using some kind of ad blocking extension before clicking on any of these links. You’ll also hear me say this phrase a lot about these posts: “They can’t all be winners.” But it’s better than just leaving the site abandoned.
The jokes were generously provided by friends and visitors such as yourself. I want to express my eternal thanks to everyone over the years who helped contribute to the collection.
So what is it that makes a joke funny?
It all boils down to a sudden shift in perception. The story starts you thinking one way, then the punchline turns that thinking on its ear. The art of the joke is to craft a short story that isn’t overly contrived, then deliver a punchline that suddenly shifts your perception about the story you were being told.
Many of the jokes on this site are offensive, and I make no apologies for it. Offensive jokes work by making the reader uncomfortable through the use of a taboo subject thus enhancing the underlying humor. Without the offensive element, the joke would simply not be as funny.
So, just how much of the search market does Google own? Looks like… over 92%.
http://gs.statcounter.com/search-engine-market-share
DDG appears to be just a proxy for Google; it omits the same results Google omits even if they’re an exact match. Bing is better in at least some ways.
The term “Market share” represents the percentage of an industry, or market’s total sales, that is earned by a particular company over a specified time period to give a general idea of the size of a company in relation to its market and its competitors.
According to StatCounter’s own FAQ page: “We measure internet usage trends. To accurately measure usage, we have to base our stats on page views (and not unique visitors).”
You and StatCounter’s website are conflating page views with the term “Market Share“, and I am no longer interested in discussing this intellectually bankrupt argument any further.
Oh, and DDG sources from Bing and Yahoo.
Pax