I know from whence you come.

Several months ago, I installed a little counter on this blog. I've been reticent to draw anyone's attention to it... because, well, the fact that not everyone knows what kinda information that little number on the bottom of the righthand column over there gives me has come in handy, in a number of ways. But good lord, sometimes the search queries are so good that it's been difficult to resist sharing them with you all.

Quite often, I get people looking for all varieties of porn, information about masturbation, circumcision, pictures of celebrity breasts... oh, and when I put up that BeautifulAgony.com link, well, people from ALL OVER are interested in that! I post a lot of stuff about socio-sexual issues...and I'm not exactly shy about the nature of my assorted fixations within the forum that this blog provides. And frankly, I get a little thrill that I attract a racier variety of traffic. My receipt of said thrill should come as a shock to absolutely no one.

But this morning, I swear, I got the weirdest query ever. I'm not sure anyone in the history of the internet has ever entered a weirder query.

Someone googled the question, "What is wrong with a rabbit when brown gooey stuff comes out of him?"

Really. Someone really did ask our modern-day oracle (aka, Google) that very question. I swear it to be true.

However, this prompts a series of queries in my own mind. From which part of the rabbit is the brown gooey stuff coming? Is the rabbit previously deceased? Is this a wild rabbit or a family pet? Why has the querent not already consulted a veterinarian? What's the rabbit's name? What has the querent been feeding said rabbit? What the hell kinda website would actually answer this query???

Truly, this is the mystery for the ages.

This post is so steamy it may vaporize at any moment

I owe indirect thanks to my friend Bob for this hot-as-blazes video. A couple months ago, he gave me a mix CD-- a veritable Zach Braff movie soundtrack of the trendiest stuff around-- and this one song sent me googling. And I have a distinct suspicion that, knowing me in the way that he does, Bob did not inform me of the existence of this video very much on purpose. This is why I love the internet more than I love Bob. OK, that's not entirely true...


But the internet DID lead me straight into the web of source material for the video. Beautiful agony, indeed. Why is the internet always so good to me?