It could be because of the crippling lack of sleep I’ve been suffering due to that most perfect form of birth control, toddlers.
I didn’t mention this in my previous post on the evil of toddlers, but they also tend to scream a lot at random intervals between the hours 8pm and 8am.
And once awake, I am restless and can take as long as an hour to fall back asleep.
Or it could be my rapidly fading faith that Humanity has a future.
I’ve been mini van shopping, and how can you have hope for a species when you have a comparison site lauding the 15 cup holders in Brand X’s 8-seat vehicle over shameful Brand Y’s mere 10 cup holders in their 7-seat vehicle?
How many freakin’ drinks do 7 or 8 people need to lug around with them on trips?
“Oh, I can’t drink the beverage in this cup holder – it’s for holding my northbound cup, and we’re currently traveling north by northwest. Hand me the Tab in my NW holder, please. Ah, thank you.”
Yeah, the conclusion we are completely and utterly screwed (but most likely fully slaked when it comes to thirst) is inescapable.
It could be my complete and total inability to put on a believable fake Scottish accent.
You’d be surprised how desirable, if not downright important, that skill is in certain situations.
But I’ve narrowed it down to Blake Shelton. Which is why I hate him.
Oh, it’s not poor Blake Shelton’s fault. Don’t know him, his music (or his TV shows, or his art, or whatever it is he’s famous for).
It’s his fans.
In particular, the ones hell-bent on seeing him naked.
Or nekkid, nekked, and nude.
Which would seemingly lead right back to the whole “no faith in Humanity” jag, but that’s not where I’m going.
It leads right back to me.
Someone I follow on twitter mentioned adding a “Blake Shelton naked” tag to her blog. As a joke. And getting a huge spike in search hits.
So as a joke, I added this tag to a blog post that had nothing to do with Blakes, Sheltons, nakeds, nudes, nekkids, or nekkeds.
I thought it would be funny. All these Blake Shelton fans, hot and bothered about the nudie pics they were about to see, landing on my blog instead and becoming crushingly disappointed.
<insert evil laugh here>
And then, not long after that, I discovered the Site Stats feature on WordPress.
Now I don’t get a huge number of hits every day. Or a lot. Or even very many. Or, possibly, by some people’s standards, not even a few. And that’s pretty depressing in and of itself.
The hits I do get? Steadily, day after day, more than half who reach my site are using some combination of the following search terms:
Blake/Blak/Bake + Sheldon/Shelton + naked/nude/nekkid/nekked/huge throbbing/well-oiled/priest collar/vintage
And that’s depressing.
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