Ooh. I found yet another blogjam. This one is hosted at blogspot, and went online three days before I started posting here, on December 13 2000. It lasted for just two posts, as opposed to the 1051 I’ve manfully delivered at this address. Ergo, I win.
Anyway. Why is it that some people ask questions of search engines, instead of entering search terms? It’s as if people expect to be able to insert a phrase like “What colour should I paint my bedroom?” and the search engine will reply, “Well, Janet. It’s a south-facing room, and the trees across the way block out much of the early-morning sun, so I’d suggest something light. Maybe a pastel blue? It’ll compliment the bathroom delightfully. And how’s the family? Is George still in hospital?”
Here’s some recent questions people have asked search engines on their way to blogjam. I hope they found what they wanted, although I doubt much solace was to be found within these pages. Some of this is really quite disturbing.
how can i find friends for my schizophrenic brother?
where is the liberal outrage at iraqi’s beheading people?
why am i ugly ?
am i having a girl or boy?
howdo I get my ex-girlfriend back?
why does my husband lie about everything?
why won’t my wife fuck me?
why did i fuck my son?
why does the gym teacher make my daughter uncomfortable?
is fraser lewry really the king of the world?
OK, so that last one was me.