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As those of you who get the email updates know, this page is site #29 on the Yahoo Search results page if you search for “Arab Sex”. (There is none here. Really. Have a nice day.)

So I’m keeping closer tabs on the referrals from the search engines, and learn I’m the #7 site if you search for “naked man snowblowing”. Okay people, this is just wrong. And of course, I haven’t written anything about naked men snowblowing (or mowing the lawn, or weed whacking. Heh.) But apparently I had those three words appear fairly close to each other back in January. I believe I said it was going to get up to 45 degrees and I’d dance naked in the driveway, or something. If you are here because you did a search for this phrase, please, consider getting help.

It’s snowing.

Again.

I was going to write up a rant about Freedom Fries (I believe this is the thing I couldn’t think of in the previous entry. D’oh!) because I think the whole thing makes “us” look like complete idiots, and I want to throw canned goods at the Hair Net who came up with it. But Mister Crunchy did a far better and funnier job than I would have. My favorite on his list is a tie between 7 and 12.

Yes, it looks like our beloved blogger has had the appropriate sneaker to server kickage, and is once again alive. ALIVE!

I was going to complain about something but I don’t remember what it was. I could make up something to complain about, if you’d like. It will feel very real to you. Okay, here goes.

You know what really burns my butt? When people use the last of the salt in the shaker and don’t refill it. Man, if that isn’t the most insensitive thing you could do – leave a gal just sitting there, saltless. I don’t think it’s specifically my job to fill the salt shaker. You have two hands and two feet. And if you use the shaker and only a grain or two dribbles out, don’t just put the shaker down and walk away…either tell someone or fill it! There, thanks for letting me get that off my chest. It’s been bothering me for a long time.

Referring to the made-for-tv sort-of-kind-of Batman reunion movie that was on over the weekend, James Lileks writes:

“Adam West appears to be utterly mad, and Burt Ward looks like he’s auditioning to play Orson Welles in an all-munchkin production of “The Paul Masson Years.” Frank Gorshin, bless his soul, resembles old fruit at the back of an office refrigerator.”

God that’s good stuff. Utterly mad. I’ve read his book (Adam West’s, although I’ve read 3 of Lileks’) and he may be right. But that’s why I love Adam West – you couldn’t invent someone like him if you tried.