'Bred Crumbs
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01.10.02
02:00 AM
'Bred Crumbs was unveiled one year ago today (though its entries begin earlier), and to celebrate the anniversary, the 'Bred Box, which was meant to hold non-'blog matter but has been closed for renovation for a while, is open once again. The things that were there before are back (check the menu on the right side of the Box), with the rankings of the state quarters updated. And there's a big new feature that will no doubt have you scrambling for your mouse: a tour of my hometown.
Also in a retrospective vein: perhaps the most fun part of checking site stats is seeing what weird-ass searches people are doing that lead them here. It pleases me that so many other people are also appreciative of hunky but little-known and now apparently discarded ballplayer Bobby Estalella, and it surprises me that months later, people are still chasing Brendan Lemon's Out magazine column (now offline) about his supposedly dating a major-leaguer. Other searches have been less common but more fascinating. So here, in an unholy merger of Letterman and People:
25. muscle men tickle torture
24. an illustration of when states joined the union
23. zamboni icon
22. crouching tiger hidden dragon comb on sale
21. restroom requirements
20. prizeless girl
19. oral sex with nick carter
18. enema and nick carter
17. mamie van doren's weight
16. sex toy store in turkey
15. janeway porn
14. chubby gay drum corps
13. sucking grannies
12. disney employee motivation problems
11. female ejaculation dvds
10. pig girl contest
9. lord of the rings freudian analysis
8. mike tyson ferret
7. charlie brown burrito
6. international falls sucks
5. piehole origin
4. effects of yawn
3. rampant gay guys
2. godzilla vs megalon gay
1. euphemism from scratch
Jury Prize for Unique Search With Which We Are Most Down: ben browder leather
* Actually the 'Bred Crumbs fiscal year ending Jan. 8, 2002.
Also in a retrospective vein: perhaps the most fun part of checking site stats is seeing what weird-ass searches people are doing that lead them here. It pleases me that so many other people are also appreciative of hunky but little-known and now apparently discarded ballplayer Bobby Estalella, and it surprises me that months later, people are still chasing Brendan Lemon's Out magazine column (now offline) about his supposedly dating a major-leaguer. Other searches have been less common but more fascinating. So here, in an unholy merger of Letterman and People:
The 25 Most Intriguing Web Searches That Led to 'Bred Crumbs in 2001*
(Note: in almost no case here is the search a true indicator of the found content; in other words, just because the search led people here doesn't mean they got what they really wanted.)25. muscle men tickle torture
24. an illustration of when states joined the union
23. zamboni icon
22. crouching tiger hidden dragon comb on sale
21. restroom requirements
20. prizeless girl
19. oral sex with nick carter
18. enema and nick carter
17. mamie van doren's weight
16. sex toy store in turkey
15. janeway porn
14. chubby gay drum corps
13. sucking grannies
12. disney employee motivation problems
11. female ejaculation dvds
10. pig girl contest
9. lord of the rings freudian analysis
8. mike tyson ferret
7. charlie brown burrito
6. international falls sucks
5. piehole origin
4. effects of yawn
3. rampant gay guys
2. godzilla vs megalon gay
1. euphemism from scratch
Jury Prize for Unique Search With Which We Are Most Down: ben browder leather
01.08.02
08:16 AM
3:30 p.m., MUNI Underground, inbound. Only about five people in the car, one of whom is a frumpy middle-aged mustachioed man across the aisle from me. Halfway to the Embarcadero, he speaks. Between the rumble of the train and his vague but thick accent, he is hard to understand. I hear, "This train seem quiet today, doesn't it?"
"I guess. I haven't ridden it this time on a weekday in a long time."
Hoping the small talk is over, I turn away. After a moment's thought, I decide he had said, "The city's quiet today." I don't know whether that's true, but I hope my incoherent response has deterred him from further conversation.
It hasn't.
"Are you on your way to work?"
"No, the dentist."
Pause. OK, we're done.
No. He speaks again. I have to ask him to repeat it twice, leaning across the aisle before I can finally comprehend him.
"Do you live here in the city?"
"Yes, but I work at home sometimes." This is a non sequitur, but I'm tiring of explaining my life to this oddball who seems so puzzled that someone else might be on mass transit in the middle of a Monday afternoon. I turn away, lean my head back, and close my eyes, hoping he understands that means I'm done conversing.
Again, no.
"Are you single?" At this point, I still hear only idle curiosity.
"Yes." Turn, lean, close.
"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" This too should have been a signal; he said them in that order.
Pleasant but facile smile back at him. "Yes, a boyfriend." Still, I don't see what's coming.
"Do you ever fool around?"
Were I truly quick-witted, I would have answered, Yes, but not with you.
Instead: "Nope. Sorry."
The second part may have been presumptuous, I think, but probably not; he seems crestfallen. Good-days are exchanged. When we reach the stop a few seconds after, I manage to keep my distance. I wonder if he just rides the trains midday like this a lot, cruising for unemployed single men. I wonder if he ever succeeds. I cease to think about it. A trip to the dentist doesn't seem so loathsome suddenly.
"I guess. I haven't ridden it this time on a weekday in a long time."
Hoping the small talk is over, I turn away. After a moment's thought, I decide he had said, "The city's quiet today." I don't know whether that's true, but I hope my incoherent response has deterred him from further conversation.
It hasn't.
"Are you on your way to work?"
"No, the dentist."
Pause. OK, we're done.
No. He speaks again. I have to ask him to repeat it twice, leaning across the aisle before I can finally comprehend him.
"Do you live here in the city?"
"Yes, but I work at home sometimes." This is a non sequitur, but I'm tiring of explaining my life to this oddball who seems so puzzled that someone else might be on mass transit in the middle of a Monday afternoon. I turn away, lean my head back, and close my eyes, hoping he understands that means I'm done conversing.
Again, no.
"Are you single?" At this point, I still hear only idle curiosity.
"Yes." Turn, lean, close.
"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" This too should have been a signal; he said them in that order.
Pleasant but facile smile back at him. "Yes, a boyfriend." Still, I don't see what's coming.
"Do you ever fool around?"
Were I truly quick-witted, I would have answered, Yes, but not with you.
Instead: "Nope. Sorry."
The second part may have been presumptuous, I think, but probably not; he seems crestfallen. Good-days are exchanged. When we reach the stop a few seconds after, I manage to keep my distance. I wonder if he just rides the trains midday like this a lot, cruising for unemployed single men. I wonder if he ever succeeds. I cease to think about it. A trip to the dentist doesn't seem so loathsome suddenly.
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Something even more painful to consider -- Robert James Waller is threatening a sequel to The Bridges of Madison County, one of the very worst books ever crapped.01.07.02
11:07 AM
Not to suggest a schism within the movement, but I still think "WLF" sounds like the name of a pro rasslin' league.
(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
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