Thursday, December 25, 2008

B-B-B-B-B-B-Benny and the Bags.

I don't know if I ever stated this publicly, but I made a rule that I wouldn't re-post anything until this blog was a minimum of one year old. It just seemed to me the height of laziness to fall back on archives when my history is so much less than...historic. But I'm being forced...forced into re-posting a post that I posted in the past (or at least linking it and pointing you there).

Let's do a little background first. You all know that I slavishly check to see how the hell people end up visiting here. The Dominos escapade is a massive draw. I didn't bother posting about it, but I had six separate visits yesterday from Mexico as a result of searches related to Dominos Pizza. They were all from different places and I don't have a clue what Dominos did to piss off so many Mexicans yesterday.

Oddly enough, "stupnagel" and "beat up your car" rate a ton of visits.

When I started this blog, I expected to write whatever brainfart I had on any particular day and then forget about it forever. This, however, is not the case. Believe it or not, Dear Kid at the Grocery Store is my absolutely most popular visit based on oddball searches. This morning, I woke up to Benny the Bag Boy taking me to task for daring to suggest that grocery store baggers might put a little thought into bagging my groceries. Truth be told, I put less thought into that post than many. It was brainfartier than most. But, apparently, I struck a chord with Benny. Benny is pissed at me. I'm not going to make the claim that I've achieved the heights of pissing off children that Mr. Scalzi did with 10 Things Teenage Writers Should Know About Writing, but I'm unaccountably proud to have elicited a pissed off reaction.

And I'll cop to the fact that I wrote a point by point refutation of Benny's harangue and then decided it was a whole lot less funny than I thought it would turn I deleted it. Anyway, I do think Benny's comment (actually somehow double posted more than ten minutes apart), is pretty amusing, so just go look there.

In the spirit of Christmas, I hereby consider myself chastised and pwnd by the kid from the ND town with a population of roughly 17, and my French-wine-swilling, Donald-Trump-imitating ways.

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