Those of you keeping track, (or those that can do the quick math from
the column on the right,) are aware that this is the 200th
blog post for Just Plain Stupid. 200 useless amalgamations of pixels
spit up on the digital cosmos.
I couldn’t have done it without you. So let’s get sentimental
and cheesy before the NSA, Vladimir Putin, ISIS, the Disney
Corporation, or Starbucks shuts this blog down.
Among all the garbage I've spewed in the last two years, a few
slimy nuggets have clung to a surprising number of computers and
phones across the globe. My series of creepy things has had several
hundred hits, particularly the ones about Diane Keaton
and Neil
Diamond.
Surprisingly popular was the case I made to change the word
‘off’ to ‘foo,’
though I suspect that most of the hits were
by disappointed fans of Foo Fighters. Excerpts from Trouble in
Taos
But the Big Kahuna of all my posts has been Basketball, BWG, but
no Little Debbie.
Almost half of all the hits this blog has
received were on that post. Did ESPN think I was really talking
sports and link it? Did the Lawyers of Little Debbie hope to bring a
service denial shut down of blogspot?
I like to think it was the parody of Little Debbie done to the tune
of the Candyman. Parodies frequently do well on this blog,
like the parody of Starbucks to the tune of Downtown,
the one
of Gandhi to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
or the medley
of Christmas Carol parodies in
Not all parodies prosper.
My Little Loose Glute
parodying my fitness struggles to the tune of Little Deuce Coup,
Go Figure.
Come to think of it, posts that fail have been much more common than
those that succeed. Even some posts that I thought deserved better
like,
The Bear is Back,
Headley Who and How,
Annoying
Things,
Helix (the Cat), and poor little
O – I’ll
Just Have that garnered only 4 hits.
Of course Stanley McFarland’s guest post, Truly
also got only 4 hits, but I think we can understand why on that one. He’s still trying to get me to post his poem, Garumplephink, but so
far I think I've spared you that indignity (though it’s getting
hard to keep track of which indignities I’ve foisted upon you and
which I haven’t.)
So this is the point where I should make a commitment to give you
even better, high quality entertainment in the year to come – to
create (and steal) the most fascinating and hysterical content for
your blog viewing pleasure.
Not gonna happen. But for the moment, I will continue to throw
gobbets of my imagination into our increasingly disgusting cyberspace
in an attempt to sell my pathetic novels and live comfortably with a
reliable supply of Pop Tarts.
Because that’s what you've come to expect from Just Plain Stupid.
And now, for no reason I can think of - The Llama Song
And now, for no reason I can think of - The Llama Song
