One of the great pleasures of blogging is the stats. I have peered into the abyss that is Stat Counter and in suitably NietzschenÂ fashion it peered into me. OK, most of of our visitors pitch-up for mine and the Kitty Kounter’s profound but fractured take on politics, science and society (or fit birds in the Israeli Army). This is true and this is good. But we have some right royal nonesuchs visiting. We have recently been hit by a Google search for “Lt Uhuru Panties” and also (most perplexingly) by “right starchy foods to eat to achieve a pear shaped figure”. This is odd because I suspect Lt. Uhuru’s panties (must have been a thong for that dress) and eating to gain weight have never been our stock in trade. Me and the feline enumerator are essentially anti-Islamist, anti-Green, pro-capitalist libertarians*. I care nothing about Lt. Uhuru’s panties (though I am of a generation that wouldn’t mind an hour on the holo-deck with Seven of Nine and Deanna Troi and Tasha Yar** but we’d best leave the details iof that debauch for another post).
Now, I drive myself mad hunting down the the “how” of the bizarre visitors (never get “intelligent discussion by Anglo-Australians on politics, science, technology and stuff (including fit birds who wield M-16s in the defence of Israel***”). I nailed “Christina Amphlett nude pictures” but I gave up after that. She fronted The DiVinyls and sang the definitive song about female masturbation, I Touch Myself. As a DiVinyls fan I clocked that this referred to my post on the “fittest birds in Sci-Fi” because Chrissy and the lads second best known song was called “Science Fiction”.
I’m currently (obviously, what else?) listening to Blondie. I first saw Blondie in 2002 at the Manchester Apollo. They were absolutely brilliant and even though Debbie is the same age as my Mum, I would in a New York second (and my wife would want to join in). I was in the mosh-pit three metres from her divine pins whilst she belted out “Atomic”. Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.
Debbie at her air-raid siren best:
Yeah, before you start I know that’s Debbie and not Blondie but who cares? She’s still head to toe lickable.
*Sorry, Cats, to be speaking for you but I’m fairly sure that’s pretty accurate.
**Make it so!
***I once met a real example in Cambridge. She was an IDF machine-gun instructor and doing a PhD in Philosophy. I got nowhere but then I can’t field strip an M-60 now can I? Or discuss Kant’s categorical imperative.