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Thursday is Rambling Day

Yes it’s Thursday and I feel the need to ramble again much like I did quite a few Thursdays ago under this same banner.  Although I think for that post I did less explaining and just went right on into the rambling which could potentially have been a bit confusing at first, but you’re a bright bunch and I’m sure you caught on quick enough.  Which makes me wonder what the demographics of the people who read this web site are.  Are they near-middle age people wishing they were still young  (like me) or are they the new youth of the world or at least the United States.  Are you college graduates or still in your pre-high school years.  Who are those of you who lurk week after week and never comment but keep coming back for more?  And why?  It can’t be for the onion rings because I have none.  And you can’t have my tater tots.

There’s a new comic today over at A Little Scary and I hope that some of you have been checking it out.  I know not everyone has because the stats don’t match up which of course they never will because I think bots visit my site more than real people.  Which in that case, again I have to wonder why.  Why are bots attracted to my site?  Does it give off internet pheromones that nefarious chemists with tiny bottles and printers will attempt to sell to computers who have not yet had sex?  It could happen, they do that to real people as you can find if you do a search for human pheromones or buying them or something.  I have no idea I just know that the primary ad on The Pirate Bay has something to do with that which of course makes me miss Oink something terrible but I must move on and accept that I will never have quality music downloads again.

It’s like a switch was flipped two days ago and it’s now hot and humid outside here in Hong Kong.  It’s been an unusually mild spring so far and I’ve been loving it and even three days ago was perfect weather but then the next *CLICK* and there we have hot and humid like a slaughterhouse in Alabama which of course I only assume exist somewhere in Alabama and that they would in fact be hot and humid inside them because who would want to air-condition a bunch of animals that are just going to get bled, skinned, chopped, packaged and stamped for my easy identification and consumption?  That last sentence was so long that I almost forgot to put a question mark at then end, which I’m not sure really matters in this particular case either way.  If I were to leave out words completely at this point, you notice? I didn’t think so.   I’m thirsty so I’ll stop now.