The Friday Random 10:

1. “Dark Side of Town” – Eliza Gilkyson
2. “Lodestar” – Sarah Harmer
3. “Blueberry Hill” – Gene Autry
4. “New York Groove” – Ace Frehley
5. “Surrender” – Cheap Trick
6. “Dirty Blvd.” – Lou Reed
7. “Garden Party” – Rick Nelson
8. “wash away” – Joe Purdy
9. “Good Thing” – Fine Young Cannibals
10. “Call Me the Breeze” – J.J. Cale

I haven’t posted much lately about my search referrals, mostly because they tend to be pornographic spam more than anything these days, but I still can’t help but be amused by them now and then. I don’t think I know of anywhere else — including this website, which I’m sure disappoints my visitors to no end — where you’ll find “hooters fly fishing girl pin” and “macbeth imagery” in such close proximity to one another.

There’s “stuck in a garbage can,” to which I can offer only my sincere hope that the searcher figures out how to extricate himself safely — unless of course he’s a green, grouchy Muppet, in which case he’s right where he belongs. Then there’s “Roger Ebert annual income,” which I don’t know, but which should probably be higher after this review for Deuce Biagalow: European Gigolo. There’s “pirate pornography,” which I swear I don’t have (unless you count this sketch). There’s “female carpenters,” which, I don’t know — is that like Karen and Charisma? Or like the cute one on “Trading Spaces”? And there’s “trouble copying kung fu hustle,” which probably has something to do with it being, y’know, a movie. As in not real. (Or is that copying as in making naugthy illegal bootleg copies? Either way, you’re out of luck if you’re coming here.) Not to mention all the people scouring the internet for “double jointed sex,” “teat woman,” and “jane goodall having sex with chimps”. (I think somebody’s been reading too much into the funny pages.)

But you know, mostly it’s the porn spam.

Some spam (possibly viral) that I just received:

in 2004 Come, come now Joey Ramone in 1927

Could I speak to… not at all

Joey Ramone in 1927? Hmm. I can see it now, the punk rocker rubbing elbows with the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway. Week to week, there’d be a new adventure, as Joey leapt from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong. Well, the soundtrack would be good, if nothing else. It’s too bad he’s dead. “Joey Ramone, Time Traveler” has a certain ring to it.