What is a keyword?  Is it a word that unlocks some magical treasure chest or door to some forbidden room--maybe like "friend" in elvish?  Maybe a keyword is something you stick in something else that keeps it in place.  It is possible that keywords are the only things you have to remember from an otherwise dull and sleep-inducing university or college lecture--or maybe a similar type of sermon.

What do search engine keywords do?  Well, first of all, they make the Internet an uneven playing field because if you have enough money you can place or generate keywords that will give you a higher search rating.  That is totally mean and unfair.  Secondly, you can spend so much time trying to come up with important keywords that the final content of your web pages stink.  Who wants that?  Finally, the results of the searches are totally biased.  Not only is that mean and unfair, as mentioned, but it also makes searching almost useless or at best a total distraction.

Let me explain. The other evening, I wanted to look up information on the shelf-life of semi-cooked meat, if unrefrigerated.  I put in words or phrases like "meat," "beef," "cooked chicken," "shelf," "life," "refrigerator," and "cooked" (without the quotes)  My results were links to alternative rock bands; complaints about fraudulent, on-line work-at-home businesses; very nasty pornography; carpentry; a bunch of poetry and religions; history of football; methamphetamine's; and how-to edit audio files.  Don't get me wrong; these are all interesting topics.  In fact, I spent the entire evening surfing from link to link.  Finally, I had to take a break.  I went to the kitchen and cut me a big hunk of old steak that had been sitting on the counter for that past few days.  Shortly after eating it, I got very ill.  I had to seek medical attention.  I thought I might have to take a bunch of prescription drugs.  What I'm saying is that I never got the information I was looking for in the first place--not from the Internet.  However, I did get some emperical experience on the matter.  I came to the conclusion that maybe a person shouldn't eat that stuff.

~ Bob Zaboo

In each of us is the capability of being really stupid and funny.  Most of us can do the stupid part without much training.  The funny part takes a lot more work.  It is paradoxical that funny takes a lot of work but work is not all that funny.  Does this make sense to anyone else or am I completely alone on this idea?  Anyway, in order to fine tune your sense of humor you must first see thing in a light that is not so bright but bright enough to see things even when it is dark or foggy either outside or even in your mind.  Speaking of minds, it is impossible to totally use your mind when attempting to be or find things funny.  Part of it has to come from within.  Emotions play a hugely significant role in recognizing hilarious things.  Consequently, unless you can feel the merriment in things there is little point in trying to actually create funniness and humor.  Some people like dry humor, just like they like dry martinis—shaken not stirred.  Others enjoy a remark that hits them in the funny bone, which, again, is not all that funny.  Trust me; I’ve hit my funny bone and other bones enough to know the difference between genuine pain and a humorous twang.  So, as a favor to all of us, both the serious and cantankerous, please don’t attempt comedy, even though it is a built in part of the human psyche, until you have learned to appreciate the complexities of making fun of important and serious issues or, at least, until you have learned the baby steps necessary to make things half-ways jocular.

~ Bob Zaboo

Jimmy Hendrix was ahead of his time.  Actually, he was also a head.  I’m not sure about now, because he died a while ago, but he still might have a head.  Luckily, I don’t need to know any of this and neither do you.  What is important is that Jimmy Hendrix played the electric guitar.  He strummed and picked it as if it was a sleazy, stringy, unwashed woman.  That’s probably why he sang the song, written by Bob (not thee Bob and not me), called “All Along the Washtub.”  Although, after playing intensely at a concert, based on videos that I have seen of these, I would say that Jimmy Hendrix, himself, needed a bathe in a tub from time to time.  Well, maybe Bob did too, for that matter.   Of course, sometimes, for that matter, so do I and everyone else that I know to have listened to Hendrix tunes or watched him on a video or television.  Once I saw a film of Jimmy Hendrix pouring gasoline on his guitar and lighting it on fire.  He then played some song on it.  It might have been the Star Strangled Banner but of this I am uncertain.  Needless to say, Hendrix didn’t get good gas millage that night and the repair job probably cost him a fortune.  Of course, he probably made a fortune pumping out those screechy, visceral tunes that he did.  All I can say is that Jimmy Hendrix has become a local hero and important in other parts of the country as well.
 
~ Bob Zaboo