When I Tweet, where does it really go?

 

Poignant questions, be damned! Honest needing to know ones, be asked! 

Sure they all go out into Cyberspace, but where is that, is there a physical address we also should know?

Alright, so silly questions sometimes seem stupid to those in the know, but why not do what I used to do as a parent or in management or as an owner with employees, thrice,... say, that "there are no stupid questions, only stupid people who won't answer them!" 

And also in that realm, my other pat expression to aid in making things run smoothly and honestly was to say if I do not know that answer I would try and find out and get back to them... no one can know everything, true? TRUE!

So I ask once again where exactly is Cyberspace? I can't hear you so I guess I will have to look it up for myself and get back to you... oh, wait, here it is!

"Where Is Cyberspace? | Wonderopolis

www.wonderopolis.org › wonder › where-is-cyberspace

Actually, cyberspace is all around you! The term “cyberspace” started with author William Gibson. He used the word to describe a network of computers that would link all people and machines. He was describing a sort of virtual reality that could be navigated much like the real world."

Thanks, to:https://www.wonderopolis.org/wonder/where-is-cyberspace

Ahh... I remember it well!

I.E.: Where it is, not who invented the term, now that was interesting!

For you too, I hope.

Moving on...

Any-who, my elusive package that I tried to track yesterday to no avail, came on the traceability map this morning, relief... it is Jacksonville Florida in transit, sofar! It must be a ground delivery, but even so, it should be at its destination by Thursday by 9 P.M. yay!

Well before, my mysterious present's date that it needs to be there!

Just reminder info is vague due to I am not sure whether the recipient reads this blog or not. 

Once received, probably by Friday, to be absolutely certain, I will be more forthcoming, and perhaps even have a picture of the item, okay?

 And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without a second thought, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd but,...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! A very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. The middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

And please don't forget me, I am Chance a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!