Why "Just Because...In Blue"?

I am using google adsense on my "Just Because..." blog.

The Adsense terms of service specifically prohibit posting "offensive" material. That rule severly limits some of what my brain vomits out. So, I will be spewing my Blue material here for those who dare to read.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Keyword Search Referrals II

I have a Blogpatrol account that counts page hits and takes a bunch of other statistics for my blogs.

A while back, I posted about a strange Google keyword search referal. Well...another strange one has come up: "my pony's for sale"

Once again, I have no idea how my blog would come up with that kind of search term. I have not used those words in any of my blogs. I don't own a pony. I've never owned a pony. I don't have a pony for sale. Pfft.

Oh well.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

My birthday

Yeah, it is almost a month since my big 40th birthday.

I'm just getting around to putting up some video of the show I went to. I just want to help promote local metal music and my good friends in the band, Erebus, from Madison.

I had a hell of a good time headbanging and moshing.

FUCKTARD OF THE MONTH!

Woohoo! I've received an award!

My...um...friend, Bo Jack Russo, has named me "Fucktard Turdeater of the Month" on his blog, The Bojack Express.

This award is to recognize people with exceptional fucktardiness (yes I just made that word up, 'cuz Ima fucktard.)

I am humbled and honored by this recognition. I must thank my guide and mentor, Bo Jack Russo, a supreme fucktard himself from whom I've learned everything I know about fucktardism. (Yet another word I just made up, cuz Ima fucktard.)

As I have stated in a previous post, I love the word Fucktard. So, in addition to the great honor of this distinction, I get the pleasure of writing a blog post in which I get to use the word, fucktard, as many times as possible. Plus, because I am a fucktard, I even get to make up new fucktardish words like: fucktardish, fucktardiness and fucktardism.

Once again: Thank you Bojack Bomo Fucktard supreme, and your little faerie friend too!

Friday, January 29, 2010

40

Okay

So I'm fuckin' forty years old (as of 7 days ago).  As expected, I don't feel much different. I know now, as I think I should have known all along, that I am who I am and I will continue to be so.

I'm still rebellious. I still don't give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I'm still not a Boy Scout even though I played the part of Assistant Cub Master for a brief time. I still cuss and talk nasty. I still have a problem with teachers and principals. I still love heavy metal and I still like to jump in the pit and mosh.

So. Check in with me in 10 years and see if 50 mellows me out.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Ground Rules

Still-Life with a Skull, vanitas painting.Image via Wikipedia
Just a bit of a conversation from the forum on Wisconsin Metal Alliance.

Anal Pounding Shithammer wrote:
"Im not sure if masturbating in a grave yard is just really metal or just really creepy and serial killer kinda stuff."
natels wrote:

Let me clarify this for you mr. Shit Hammer:

Masturbating in a graveyard=Just plain creepy

Having sex with a dug-up corpse=just plain creepy

Having sex with a corpse in a morgue=Lazy creepy 'cause you don't have to dig for it.

Having sex with the corpse of someone you've bludgeoned to death with a tire iron=Creepy serial killer stuff.

Masturbating while fantasizing about having sex with a corpse in one or more of the above scenarios=Just keep it to yourself and it's all good.

Getting naked and having sex with another living person in a graveyard or morgue=Really metal (a la "Return of the Living Dead")

while eating corn chips (edit)

Kinda inspired by some Wisconsin grown necrophiliac morons:
Three Men Accused of Attemted Sexual Assault of a Corpse.
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Fucktard

I love the word Fucktard.

Just a thought.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

They Do it Different in Russia

I was recently reminded of this article I saw a while back:
russia-where-burglary-is-punished-by-rape

This article tells of a Russian man who burst into a beauty salon intending to rob it. One of the female stylists was able to overcome the robber using martial arts techniques.

The stylist took the man to the basement of the salon and bound him with a cord. Instead of calling police, she kept him in the basement and raped him for three days.

He filed charges. Dumbass.

Keyword search referral

I was checking my Blogpatrol stats today and found something interesting:

I had two Google search hits on my blog(s). One of them was "What wrong with me?" ...Okay, tame enough. I did a search and didn't find my post, "What the Fuck is Wrong With Me?"

The search keyword that I find amusing is "Fuck my Wife".

I don't know how my blog would come up in a search for Fuck my Wife. I've never used those words in any blog posts. Well...not in that order, nor even in the same sentence.

I'll admit I've thought those words. Has Google gotten into our minds that deep? Can google pull our thoughts out of our heads and produce them as a search result? If someone clicks on those words in a Google search, will they be able to read our thoughts?

Fucking Scary.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Happy New Year

So here it is. 2010.

I don't know what the bloody hell is going to happen with it, but it's gotta be better than '09 right?

To be honest...I am just writing this as filler. I am just writing for the sake of writing.

I have no thoughts. No fucking nuggets of wisdom. No special New Year cheer.

I just wanted something to post as a blog.

Sorry for wasting your time.