Sunday, February 09, 2003

I don’t know why I

I don’t know why I write this blog, but more to the point I don’t know why people come to visit it.  Here’s a few of the searches made within the last twenty-four hours that brought visitors to this site.  I compiled this list hoping that it would help me to understand those who meet me on the information superhighway.  It teaches me, rather, that the path is strewn with weirdnesses of which I am only a small and unwitting part, and by far not the weirdest one. 

I’m not personally interested in the streetsweeper’s allstar weekend, incredible though it may sound.  I just don’t want to get burned out before the compost-masher’s ball.  Then, there’s those of us who want clothing that teaches us how to injure ourselves.  Admirable, with instructions so handy we can’t help but hope you’ll be jumping from moving vehicles really soon.  Handypeople usually don’t find this site; this one did because only here would one’s kitchen have a facet worth installing.  Incredibly, this obtuse inquiry brought some poor soul unerringly here to me.  And finally, someone is asking for
funny finges for some purpose or other.  If any of you can tell me what those are I’d be grateful, because somewhere someone or something thinks I’m a source for them.  I’d like to know what I’m missing.

I had to leave off the search for “adult diaper fetish.” It brought up a bunch of links that are better left unlinked.  But I promise you: anyone coming here looking for that is bound for disappointment.  I mean, really, guys.  You’re gonna give me cooties.