Monday, December 29, 2003

Sorry, we’re fresh out of wallpaper   You never know how people are going to find your blog. Radio Userland, the host for this blog, keeps track for me of the searches that start on Google or Yahoo or AOL and end up at my site. On all three of those search engines, type in the words "peeling wallpaper" and this blog is #1 on the list (most of the time I'm guessing a blog is not what these people were looking for). Sometimes the link to my site is based on a search for a specific type of wallpaper. If the other words in the wallpaper search have appeared in any of my posts then this blog shows up in the list somewhere. I once mentioned the cartoon character Calvin in a post. Since then, several people searching for "Calvin wallpaper" ended up here (again, I'm guessing they didn't stay long). Sometimes the most obscure phrases will bring people to this site. The other day someone searching google with the words "eating people" ended up here. This in response to a post of mine a few weeks ago about a cannibalistic incident in Germany. At least, that's my best guess. Then there was the Google search for “wallpaper men sixpack.” Stretch your imagination and think for a moment of what this person was looking for. I learned of a connection today that takes the prize. It was an AOL search. Some background: When President Bush was in the UK a couple of months ago there was a news item pointing out that 14,000 police officers would be watching over the President. "That's a lot of Bobbies!" I wrote. Well, over at AOL someone did a search for "Paris Hilton bobbies" and then came here to Peeling Wallpaper. Imagine his disappointment. No Paris Hilton bobbies. No Paris Hilton boobies, for that matter. It's all in the spelling, my friend.   Of course, now that I have mentioned boobies in a post, I can’t wait to see what turns up over at Google.   10:33:58 PM      comments []

Polishing the halo   Today was spent assembling My mother-in-law’s new computer. Two hundred bonus points. I am getting close. One more good deed, maybe. It would have to be a biggie. Walking into a burning building To save a child, That’s good for a thousand. Donating a kidney, Twenty-five hundred. Surely, that would do it. Put me over the top. Out of the negative column. Positive guy points. How that must feel! And then to stay there To die in the black Having done more good In another’s eye Than fucking up. Oops, profanity. There goes ten points. To die as a guy in the Mother-fucking black, Yeah! It’s possible… Isn’t it? It’s happened before… Hasn’t it? Show me to the burning building, I’m going in. 7:58:45 PM      comments []

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