Month: July 2003

I don’t know if there’s anything to it, or if it’s worth noting, but it’s an interesting contrast: two of CNN’s online polls (the one on the front page and the one on the page for Wolf Blitzer Reports) are about the President’s case for war against Iraq, whether that case has been weakend by recent allegations and evidence, or whether Bush deliberately lied in his State of the Union address, respectively.

The Fox News online poll, on the other hand, is on whether or not couples should draw up prenuptial agreements.

My parents would be so proud. I’m now number one on Google’s results for “naked pirates”. Requests for pirate porn (“Avast, mateys! We’ve come fer yer booty!” *wocka chicka wocka chicka wocka chicka*) now outnumber pretty much everything else in my referrer logs, including the increasingly disturbing requests for pictures of Steve Guttenberg naked.

Incidentally, yesterday’s referrer log also shows requests for “tickle machines”, “cynical squids”, and “mountain with the biggest tits”. Just so you know the sort of people I get as visitors.

I stuck around the office for another hour, read my book, and had an early dinner, since I’d set an appointment to donate blood this evening. Or so I thought. Except, I just checked the reminder the local Red Cross e-mailed me earlier this week, and it turns out I was supposed to be there yesterday. Blood drives that run past 5 PM (and are conveniently located) have been surprisingly difficult to come by. It’s been almost five years now since I last donated, and I sometimes feel guilty about that. Luckily there’s another blood drive that fits my schedule on the 21st, so I scheduled a new appointment. Hopefully, I’ll remember which day it’s on this time.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I very much need to leave this office and go home.

You know, when you write sketch comedy like this, you shouldn’t be too surprised when people discover it by searching Yahoo for “penile dwarfing”.

Although, in all honesty, most of my hits continue to be from this sketch and people in search of naked firefighters and pirate porn. Of which, shiver me timbers, I have none.

The spam just keeps on comin’. But y’know, I can’t think of any circumstances under which I’d be tempted to open “a special nice game” from someone named pottyscan2.