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I just thought I’d share a thought that had just occured to me:
All smells are particulate.
In common English, that means if you’re smelling shit, you’ve actually breathed in tiny particles of same.
So, the next time the person next to you blasts a nasty fart . . .
In the words of my own personal Bob the Nailer, “Mmm, tasty!”
I have a brother, and we’re similar enough that passersby often mistake the two of us for one another. We’ve got a similar build, our speech patterns are pretty close together, we both like to grow goatees and soul patches, and we’re both stuck with glasses. We tell and laugh at enough of the same jokes that our respective senses of humor look much the same (although he’s a hell of a lot more normal than I’ll ever be).
Back before I was born, he went to school and told people about all the fun he had with his cool-as-hell little brother after school. Oh, if only he knew what the future had in store.
Someone recently suggested that I go on Google and do a search on March 20th, to see what the most important holiday of the year is. If you were do execute such a search with a click on the “I’m Feeling Lucky” button, this is what you would find:
March 20th - Steak And Blowjob Day
As much as I’d like to throw in some witty commentary to spice up this little announcement, there’s only two things left for me to say:
That is all.
I originally wrote this up over at Political Pagan. I’m reposting it here because I think it was well-written, and because nobody over there is really going to do anything with it.
When I started blogging, I used to lament (quietly, to myself) that nobody was reading my stuff. I tried to ignore the dread that nobody would ever find me by loudly and proudly proclaiming that, with no audience, I could write whatever I wanted and not get yelled at for it. This was both true and not true — true in fact, but at the same time the lack of such promotional boosts that come with the free blogging services had me concerned.
I didn’t want my little ass-scratching post to be relegated to obscurity for all time. Then I picked up a small audience, mainly composed of a couple friends and scattered random hits off of Google and MSN. Suddenly I had to try to be interesting, at least as far as I was concerned.
When you’re taking a break from working hard (or hardly working), and spy an attractive co-worker using a can of compressed air to clean some dust out of their keyboard, is it really such a bad thing to call out, “Hey, nice blowjob!”
Having so greeted your co-worker, is it really something you should get called into your manager’s office to discuss?
Should you really get a reprimand that winds up on your permanent record, right before the pink slip?
Hmm.
Judging from the look on your face, I guess it’s a really good thing that I’m really good at keeping my yap shut.
Do any of you remember “The Legand of Ruritania?” It was a parable written by a man named Perry E. Metzger, and in the past 12+ years it’s managed to circulate all over the damned Internet.
The short version is that freedom and security never exchange at a favorable rate, and no matter how well-intentioned the exchange you always come up short.
Well, I ran across it today, and was fully prepared to immortalize it here, when I also happened to find Mr. Metzger’s blog and his PGP public key.
Go figure!
Well, since Mr. Metzger is still around, I figured I’d ask for his permission before posting his (in my opinion) legandary little diddy.
Stay tuned.
Yeah, so someone hacked my blog.
Basically, someone used my blog to attempt to infect readers with a virus that took advantage of the recent Windows WMF bug. If you visited my site and saw a window asking you if you wanted to download a WMF file, you got nailed. Don’t feel bad, I got infected too. I was probably the first (and hopefully only) victim.
From what I can tell, I stumbled onto it within hours of when it happened, and put my site out of service before anyone noticed.
Just to be on the safe side, if you checked out my ass-scratchings on February 16th, run a virus scanner. You should be doing it anyways.For obvious reasons, I’ll be keeping a much closer eye out for changes to my site that I didn’t make.
Whoever you were, Mr. Hax0r, thanks a ton for making me waste my time. I hope you had fun.
For some reason that I can’t fathom, there are more than 2 people watching this site.
Oh, I’ve been getting random hits from the search engines from the get-go. One of these days I’ll have to post a list of all the words used to find me.
What I mean is that there’s about 10 or so regulars who subscribe to my RSS feed. I’ve even got one person — one whole person! — who subscribes to site updates via e-mail. That may not sound like very much, but then again this will never be a niche site that has the kind of content that becomes legand on the Internet and gets a billion links pointing at it. I’m lucky my Google PageRank has been at 3 for so long.
Not only that, I don’t have 10 friends. I’ve got a few, but not that many. I’m pretty picky in that respect, and the result is that every person I choose to hang out with on a quasi-regular basis is a good and decent human being.
Here I am, just getting some stuff off my chest and proverbially scratching my ass, and some of you are actually reading what I have to say.
As the title suggests, I’m flattered. Really.
If any of my regular readers would care to speak up and tell me why they bother coming around, I sure would appreciate it.
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