Loading ...My coffee tasted a little… okay a lot… like DDT this morning, which has me wondering who’s trying to kill me. And please don’t ask how I know what DDT tastes like. Same way I know what sodium hydroxide tastes like, thanks.
Was kinda hopin’ R the P would write a post this weekend, so I could concentrate on the important things. Comic books. Harry Potter.
Today we had five visitors at SP. Three of them were either R the P, Mojo, or some combination of the two. One was Steff. The other was from Karachi. Welcome! to our visitor from Karachi, City of Lights.
And what was our Pakistani visitor searching for when he or she found us? “Happy Birthday tabbing”. If you do a search on that phrase, we do come up FIRST on Google, frighteningly enough. And I don’t know who or what tabbing is, but Happy Birthday Tabbing!
And you’d be surprised how many people seem to find us by searching for “blender recipes”, “nine of wands” and “gay butt rubbing”. R the P will be happy to know that we were also found through a search for “Captain Marvel Jr”. But not as many people found us with that search as they did from “gay butt rubbing”.
Other searches that led people here:
“Lois on the Loose”. Yes thats right, Richard, someone actually searched for that.
“Dutch goat”. Thats where our animal noises come in.
“Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown”. I always knew Ozymandias would come back to haunt me.
“kukelekuu” More Dutch animal noises. I really thought we were the only ones.
“six of pentacles”. No, you jackass, it was the nine of wands.
“Brain spiritual implants”. Yep. I can see that.
“monster rallies nude”. Ahem.
“Picture of Lois Lane tied up”. Comic-reading bondage freaks. At least three different people searched for this.
“between boy fish and girlfish”. Huh?
“gateaux” Two people searched for this. Yum.
“color schemes of the carribean”. Which is, I guess, the gay version of the pirates of the carribean. Interior decorators of the carribean, running around on their ships, forcibly redecorating your homes.
Many many people found us while searching for Jehovah. Okay, lets clue’em in. He’s not here!
“fetish fish”. Again with the fish. I really wish some of you people would leave comments. I’d love to meet you.
Buy me a beer!
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what ELSE comes up when you google “brain spiritual implants”? i want me some of those.
i would have commented earlier, but i had a shower curtain kickin’ my ass. i hate cleaning the bathroom more than almost anything (i have nightmares about it, i do), and now i have to just because you forgot to wear your tin foil hate. =p
*ahem* hat. your tin foil HAT. dammit.
i’ve been using two different computers today, so i may have shown up twice. and, on this one, i seem to be stefficus. eh, it goes better with the stone penis than just plain “steff” does, doncha think?
evidently tin foil hate is a common mistake.
i hate being common. but not as much as i hate cleaning the bathroom, which i am still stalling about.
ok. i’ll quit spamming the comments now.
I’ve been known to wear tin foil hate from time to time. In fact, my hate actually turns into tin foil when expressed. I never shop for tin-foil, I just invite my sister-in-law around and whammo - brand new roll.
And oddly enough, this post comes up if you google Brain spiritual implants. Hell, this post made it onto google quick. It also shows up on the first page for “gay butt rubbing”. My mom would be so proud.
And I agree, the name stefficus fits in with the stone penis theme nicely.
aw. i wish my hate would turn into bathroom-cleaning pixies.
keep in mind, it’s not “stefficus maximus” because… well, i’m not the one with a third leg. it’s “stefficus regina”.
then wouldn’t it be steffica? And how’d you rate that royal cognomen?
Richard’s cognomen would be Praevius.
hrm. i suppose it would be, wouldn’t it? but… but i don’t like that as much.
as for the rating, i’m special.
Fair enough.
Guess mine would be Prex Quassarix - Shatterer of Prayers.
Sounds right evil, that.
How do you know what DDT tastes like Che?
But i wouldn’t worry too much.. DDT dissolves poorly in coffee. Did you add any milk? Milk could dissolve some probably..
I fear no DDT. If the storms, the jealous monomaniacal god, the lightening, the floods, the plagues, the locusts, the errant ceiling fans, the murderous cult leaders, the vicious incubi, the pharmaceutical overindulgences and the anvils falling out of the sky haven’t done me in yet, then I’m sure as hell not afraid of a little DDT. Yummy - I use it as a seasoning on my potatoes.
Good in coffee too.
Ewwww…. DDT. My favorite brand name for it is Genitox. Nice. That doesn’t sound carcinogenic or anything.
I like those cognomens. Che’s sounds particularly ominous. Yikes!
How goes Potterville, Che?
I’m sure Richard will be glad to hear that CMJ was Googled. Unfortunately, he doesn’t feel well today, so he not be able to visit SP
And stefficus, I detest bathroom cleaning. Until it’s done and then I’m very happy about it. Just bought a new steam cleaner gadget to clean the tiles, etc with. The chemical cleaners are wicked nasty. Can’t take the fumes anymore. How’s that for interesting Monday conversation. Yeah, not so much.
Genitox! love it. No doesn’t sound poisonous at all.
yeah, the cognomen sounds pretty threatening, like it should be the name for a comic-book villain. But everything sounds like that to us.
Like Genitox!
“What’s wrong superman?”
“Genitox has captured Lois Lane! And I hear he’s in league with Prex Quassarix!”
I suppose since your name was J the Only before you became Mojo, your cognomen would be Singulus. Mojus Singulus. There ya go.
Sorry to hear Richard is under the weather. Hope he gits ta feelin’ better.
Pottersville is going okay. Halfway through the 5th book. Found the 4th book a bit preachy, but enjoyed it in the end.
Cleaning. Bah. Befriend the mold, and it will reveal its secrets.
Genitox, better living through chemistry! Enjoy your all-American Genitox. Now available in Agent Orange flavor!
Oh, no! Not Genitox! He’s SOOOO evil. I sure hope Superman can save Lois so he can lecture her on what a stupid woman she is, what with all her marriage dreams and all. Phew, that was a close one, Supes!
Mojus Singulus sounds a little like a cosmic event. “Oh, you know, it’s mojus singulus this year. Get ready for all that drama!”. Hmmmm… I’ll take it!
I think Richard feels better now, but sleep is still elusive for him.
Agreed re the occasional preachiness of the HP series. Just ignore that and focus on all the good fun and magickal fighting.
The mold has revealed its secrets: It’s an allergen. Unfortunately. Plus, it’s ugly. Ugly and allergenic. Sounds like a couple of cats I’ve had in my day (but not my lovely current kitty!). But it’s true: Cleaning is overrated.
BTW, oddly, it’s cool here now. In fact, it was 56 degrees when I woke up this morning! I sure hope it has cooled down some in GA by now.
Re: mold. If you make it past that allergen stage, you reach the hallucinogen stage. (of course, after that you reach the toxin stage, and its a fine line. One that no one wants to cross. But you know me - I’d risk it.)
Yesterday the temp dropped to 95. Today… its back up to the 100s. I went thrift shopping this morning and was so hot I didn’t even want to buy anything, no matter how thrifty. I just wandered around looking at all the affordable goodies and thinking, “Bah, who wants to lug all this shit home?”
And really I was just looking for a suitable bottle for bottle spell. You’d think there’d at least be a nice bottle in one a’them places. But no.
Glad Richard’s feeling better. Does he have to sleep in one of those thingies? I’d never sleep either. I have found some awsome aromatherapy oil for sleep. I’ve had very few sleepless nights since I’ve begun using it. (two sleepless nights in about 4 months, which is a record for me.) I’m totally off valerian and using just the oil now. Really knocks me out. I’m searching for more in swaps but no luck yet. If I find it I’ll send y’all some.
is it bpal stuff? it’s like a crackhouse over there.
i wanna bottle with a genie in it. heh. but then, what do i know? i think “genitox” sounds like an STD.
Well I can do you up a nice spirit-trap.
i dunno. i must think. trapped spirits are notoriously unreliable, after all.
i WANT one, i just don’t know if i can HANDLE one.
Me? I used to want to live in Jeannie’s bottle!
My bipolar cousin did too.
I don’t know if I should read something into that.