You Say You Wanna Play Country But You’re in a Punk Rock Band

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For some reason, my somewhat ancient post about J.J. Redick’s ridiculous poetry has become quite the hotspot for debate about his sexual preference! Seriously, check the comments out!

Also, some commenters apparently think I know the bard of Durham. But if you do, I have the e-mail addresses of about thirty 15-year-olds who would like to get to know him. They luv him. Luuuuv him.

Don’t get all excited, 15-year-old girls. I didn’t take that photo. I stole it from flickr.com. But maybe if you Google hard enough, you can find pictures of his b00bies!

The Urge is Too Much to Take

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Amos Brown of Raleigh sends this:

hey man,

I was checking out your site and saw that my name was under your friends list pointing to an old domain of mine. I havent updated it in a while, and i think it expired. I clicked on it and it pointed me to a generic pr0n site. I am still trying to cope with that one right now.

can you update that to point to www.thoughtmongers.com?

Gladly, Amos! What’s weird is that while you are busy peddling your filthy smut, my wife is in the clear. It seems that heidiwhite.com no longer points to pr0n. I’m sure as soon as someone sees that URL in a web page, pornographers will snatch it up, but for now, it’s not pr0n.


Beginning again with this entry, I’m going back to song lyrics as the titles of all blog entries. Dunford inspired me to do so. He shall have music suggestions once more.