Category: Connections

The Emperor-Priest of Goulash basically trumps the real site with his own three grouphugs. (Did you know grouphug.us doesn’t even HAVE A Google PageRank? Not that I mentioned this.) They’re beautiful.

CONFIDENTIAL TO CODY POWELL: Thanks for giving me something to regurgipost, Your Worship, otherwise I’d have to confess that I had the most boring day in the world. I ate Easy Mac for lunch, that’s how boring it was. And then I watched TV.

My infatuation with Grouphug is fast wearing off, because, as Maria was quick to point out, almost all the confessions are basically the same. Gems like “I’m addicted to pocky” are rare, but there are still some that make me really sad. Google! Find more educational literature on masturbation! Like how to spell it!

I used to think I was immune to the vicious, voyeuristic impulse that makes most people like reality shows so much, but it turns out I was wrong.

I found this thread about messing up your child’s vocabulary a while ago, but I guess I never posted it. I think it’s great, because a) it uses the word “xorph” and b) I plan to do that stuff to my kids all the time.

Well, actually I plan to do that stuff to Jon and Amanda’s kids first. If necessary, I will create props.

Small Brasfield: Mommy, can we go to the store and get some more Super Snot? We used it all.
Amanda: Get some more what?
Small Brasfield: Super Snot! The stuff you use to stick things together.
Jon: You mean glue?
Small Brasfield: Uncle Brendan told me it’s really called Super Snot! He showed me in a book.
Amanda: Okay, listen carefully. From now on you can’t trust books Uncle Brendan gives you. Okay?
Small Brasfield: I can’t trust the Bible?
Amanda: (begins smoking from her ears)
Jon: Wait. How did you use up all your Sup–your glue?
Small Brasfield: Uncle Brendan showed me how to make Smaller Brasfield’s hair look really cool!

After that, Jon and Amanda should have the messing-up-my-kids part well in hand.

It’s kind of sad how excited I am that NFD just hit a PageRank of 5. It’s been struggling along at a 4 ever since I got the Googlebar and started obsessing over everybody’s PageRank, because you can see it right there whenever you hit a page. But now I’m at the same rank as Mr. Weing and Mlle. Harihareswara and Msgr. Straub and you know what? At this point probably even my mom is laughing. I’m just gonna stop.

How long do you think until Google gets regulated, seriously? Eight years. I got five on it.