No, not really.

(off diepunyhumans, via Denis)

Me: Well, he should just grow some balls.
Bill: Yeah.
Me: Speaking of which, something weird’s been happening lately…
Bill: Wait, you said “grow some balls” then “something weird’s been happening lately”?
(hilarity ensues)
Bill: Okay, which one of us blogs this? Oh, you go ahead, you haven’t blogged in a while…

I know this will reveal even more of my technological naïveté, but here goes anyway. A minute ago I was checking my mail and saw a banner ad for a free Pedigree Puppy Starter Kit. In a blonde moment, I thought “Wow, what a amazing coincidence!”. Then I realized, hey, you think maybe this has to do with the sites I’ve been surfing?

Still, I retain a sense of wonder for this kind of stuff.

You’re an Indie Pop Kid. You like songs about relationships and the prettiness of nature. You’re sentimental, but not certainly not emo.

Oh, and if you aren’t an English Major, you
should be.

You Know Yer Indie. Let’s Sub-Categorize.
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That girl looks like such a keener. Then again, as of tonight I am finished with my Christmas shopping…

via Nika

… and the staff is Sofa King nice,
and the service is Sofa King good…

(merci T)

As a follow-up to the bathroom signs post…

Apparently, in an effort to solve the problem of bathroom lineups being much longer for women than for men, some women are lobbying for a mandatory two-to-one ratio in the number of women’s rooms and men’s rooms in new constructions.

The talented Dr. Wank writes:

I guess I don’t have a problem with more women’s washrooms than men’s, as long as there are signs over the women’s mirrors that say “Your make-up is fine, get the hell out and let someone else use the space effectively”. You could put another in the stalls that says “hovering wastes time, sit on the damned seat, it’s like an adventure!”.

Oh, and just for equality, over the mirrors in the men’s washroom: “Your hair is fine and you’re not getting laid no matter where your part is anyway, you pansy gino, so get the hell out and let someone else use the space…HEY! Wash your hands, you disgusting freak!”

(Hm, if this keeps up I’ll have to send Dr. Wank in my place to Yulblog)

But it’s funny.

via Typo Negative.

You know those posts where bloggers list goofy search engine queries that have landed people on their site? For example, Patrick was recently saying that someone ended up on his site after searching for “power genitalia”. Bill was boasting for a while that she was the top hit for “montreal blow job”. Such listings often have you wondering in what situation such searches would ever arise (my own favorites remain “Armadillo penis” and “Pee bladder embarrassed desperate”).

Well, this is a variation on the theme. See, whenever I enter a search string in Google, my PC tries to fill out the words for me, with things I’ve entered before. So a drop-down list of things I’ve already searched appears.

The result is a fun trip down memory lane, a return to whatever random thoughts I’ve had in my most bored moments this year, that is, when I was surfing at work. Some I absolutely don’t know what I was thinking about. Try it, it’s fun.

all your base are belong to us t-shirts
barry pepper broke ed norton’s nose
billy boyd
caloric expenditure of push-ups
captain nemo
cell padding
desire for amputation
extra vertebra
furry friends of fine
hate wil wheaton
joe dassin
l33t
morten harket
nevada power
origami arktika
rubber duckie study
turbo negro
us post office slogan through rain
velcro virgin
what happens when you’re struck by lightning
what sucked about episode 2
what’s on the dead sea scrolls
yoko tsuno

Lightspeeddad just sent me a link with the following message:

“You never know… could be helpful. Love, Dad XXX”

I follow the link, and the first thing on the page is, how they say “Eat my d*ck” in Morocco.

Always give your kids what they need to go through life.