Friday, August 31, 2007
AND I WONDER IF YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
I use this little device called SiteMeter (see? it's right over there, on the right) to track visits to TID. One of the cool features of SiteMeter is getting to see what exactly referred the viewer here. Some hits come from omgtru, others come from my cohorts' various blogs. A great deal come from search engines. I seem to have cornered the market on certain phrases, such as "lanky men" and "fashionable canes". I get hits from people searching those terms at least once a week. Also, my one mention of Bo Jackson a few years ago assures me a steady stream of web surfers inquiring about "BO JACKSON CAREER ENDING HIP INJURY" or even "BO JACKSON HIP BROKE HE DEAD". I hope I can help set the record straight, but really, kids. Go to Wikipedia at least.
Of course there are also the frankly fucking bizarre search terms that somehow lead folks to me. Here are some of the recent ones:
"why is water seeping in from patio sliding door"
"why has my cat's nose turned purple"
"fucking sacking horse" (this was from Poland, so it could just be poor English)
"soda creakers"
"wrote a drunken letter" (HELL YES i like this one)
"boner pictures boxer shorts" (i get this almost as much as requests for lanky men, oddly enough)
"fuck my ass depressed" (that's pretty fuckin' depressed, man)
"white man in a polo shirt country music mexican food"
"knob deep inside my bowels" (this is getting obscene)
"how does kermit work" (HE'S A PUPPET DUH)
"shit comes out of ass while fucking" (this search was from Germany, no surprise)
"do you want salsa with the that chip on shoulder" (that's clever, wish I'd thought of it)
"good analogies for explaining depression" (just blog instead, my friend, don't bother explaining it)
And my most recent favorite,
"i feel like a sack of shit"
Which pretty much sums up the motif of this site.
I'll update this with crazier search terms as I find them. Keep searching for bizarre, deviant, horrifying shit, you freaks! I wub you!
And with that, I am off to sit on planes for entirely too long. Happy 3-day weekend.
I use this little device called SiteMeter (see? it's right over there, on the right) to track visits to TID. One of the cool features of SiteMeter is getting to see what exactly referred the viewer here. Some hits come from omgtru, others come from my cohorts' various blogs. A great deal come from search engines. I seem to have cornered the market on certain phrases, such as "lanky men" and "fashionable canes". I get hits from people searching those terms at least once a week. Also, my one mention of Bo Jackson a few years ago assures me a steady stream of web surfers inquiring about "BO JACKSON CAREER ENDING HIP INJURY" or even "BO JACKSON HIP BROKE HE DEAD". I hope I can help set the record straight, but really, kids. Go to Wikipedia at least.Of course there are also the frankly fucking bizarre search terms that somehow lead folks to me. Here are some of the recent ones:
"why is water seeping in from patio sliding door"
"why has my cat's nose turned purple"
"fucking sacking horse" (this was from Poland, so it could just be poor English)
"soda creakers"
"wrote a drunken letter" (HELL YES i like this one)
"boner pictures boxer shorts" (i get this almost as much as requests for lanky men, oddly enough)
"fuck my ass depressed" (that's pretty fuckin' depressed, man)
"white man in a polo shirt country music mexican food"
"knob deep inside my bowels" (this is getting obscene)
"how does kermit work" (HE'S A PUPPET DUH)
"shit comes out of ass while fucking" (this search was from Germany, no surprise)
"do you want salsa with the that chip on shoulder" (that's clever, wish I'd thought of it)
"good analogies for explaining depression" (just blog instead, my friend, don't bother explaining it)
And my most recent favorite,
"i feel like a sack of shit"
Which pretty much sums up the motif of this site.
I'll update this with crazier search terms as I find them. Keep searching for bizarre, deviant, horrifying shit, you freaks! I wub you!
And with that, I am off to sit on planes for entirely too long. Happy 3-day weekend.
