Maybe I’m a glutton for punishement. I secretly want people to come here looking for things like “area 51 hooters” (there, I said it again). I look over my referrer logs almost religiously, which is sad, really, since they’re usually very uninteresting and most of my visitors are here by mistake. Occasionally, though, something odd or interesting pops up, and I post most of that at Disturbing Search Requests. Here are some of the stranger search queries that will lead you to my door:

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What’re they, balloon animals? “Mommy! Mommy! I want a vagina shaped like a giraffe!”

www.sexy fish gallery.com

Register now, ladies and gentlemen, while sexyfishgallery.com is still available! Tap into that burgeoning new market for underwater sea creature porn! Ooh, baby…your dorsal fin is so dreamy… Now, I know my weblog is called occasional fish, but that’s just a Neil Gaiman quote, folks, not an invite for people turned on by salmon, perch, or flounder. Oooh…flounder…

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So the Rock walks into a bar… I can’t believe I’m first on Google’s list. Don’t people know you have to put quotation marks around something if you want to find it as a phrase? And why would anyone want to find a phrase like this anyway?

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It’s almost funny. One disturbing search request begets another. What I find most disturbing is that I know my website won’t come up first in a search engine. On Google, I was at the bottom of the third page. So somebody–and I can only hope it’s his agent–is desperately scouring the web for Steve Guttenburg photographs. Of which I, alas, have none.

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I suppose it’s less disturbing than most (certainly less so than “politically pregnant moment” or “momentous political pregnancy” or “hot naked pics of Strom Thurmond”), but it’s still a strange request. Even more strange is that Google ranked my weblog number one in this search, when all I was doing was quoting The Nation.

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Words fail me. They seem to have failed for this person, too.

“Listen, three eyes, don’t you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.” – Zaphod Beeblebrox

I don’t put much faith in these things, but over the weekend I took a short Myers-Briggs Type Indicator survey my boss wanted all his employees to complete. He’s hoping to improve efficiency, and apparently this is the way to do it. I had already missed the “7 Habits of Highly Effective People” seminar, so I figured I could humor him at least this much. Apparently, I am a INFJ type: introverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging. People like me “succeed by perseverance, originality, and desire to do whatever is needed or wanted.” We are “quietly forceful, conscientious, concerned for others, respected for [our] strong principles.” And we are “likely to be honored and followed for [our] clear convictions as to how best serve the common good.”

Who knew?

“Well I got a mind full of wicked designs, I got a non-stop hole in my head imagination…” – Poe

When a job interview lasts only twenty minutes, and most of that is an overview of what the position entails rather than questions about your work, past performance, or yourself, is that a good or a bad thing?