Strange Google keywords that landed at my blog

I prob’ly don’t need to tell you this, but don’t ever ask search engines to delist your site. Ever. They actually do it.

Check out these Baskin Robbins Shakes of Death. For the record, just one of these meets the recommended daily allowance of awesome. And diabetes.

3.2 ghz core 2 duo
4 gb PC2-6400 ram
10,000 RPM SATA hard drive

A few weeks ago I purchased the MacHeist II bundle, a program that hooks up Mac users with great deals on software and earns money for charity in the process… This year they donated almost half a million dollars. I’ve got no beef with MacHeist. I do, however, have a problem with Yazsoft, the vendors of Speed Download, which was included in the MacHeist bundle.

If you work in customer service, and your company just shipped a damaged product to a customer, don’t tell the customer “Why don’t you ship it back, and we’ll check it out. If it proves defective then we’ll replace it.”

A while ago gThing noticed that Utah’s latest pyramid scheme MLM opportunity, GoYin, had an unintentionally comical — and not very search engine friendly — website.

Apparently somebody from Kingston Upon Thames was searching for “cach the poo” and ended up at my blog. Huh?

Adobe (Macromedia) Flash is a very powerful tool which is, unfortunately, mostly used for evil.

Last night I was talking with Sam from Gthing. We discussed search engine optimization, CSS magic, and all sorts of nerdy stuff (pretty much par for the course)… And we talked about guns.

It turns out that people want to poop their pants so bad that they’re stealing Alli from Wal*mart.

It turns out that Ed at Sherwin-Williams is a douche.

Anyone who uses that stupid SnapShots plugin on their blog deserves to be Shot.

I’ve been keeping up with things on their RSS feed for a while, and it looks like Gizmodo (the gadget guide) got a nice healthy beating from the ugly stick while I was gone.

Enough with the hookah. Our house is hooked to yours. Every time you light it up, our house starts to stink. As of the time of this post, the smell has wafted all the way to my bedroom at the other end of the house, and I already had a headache.

I had this bottle of orange/mango juice that was really good. So I drank it all, even though it was a little much. Don’t feel so good now :-(

Today at work, I went downstairs to microwave my dinner. As I passed the vending machines, I noticed that, as is sometimes wont to happen, there was an ice cream cookie sandwich precariously balanced at the end of one row. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it would actually take quite a bit of force to dislodge it, and so concluded that today wouldn’t be a free-ice-cream-sandwich day for me.

So they have this national “Do Not Call” registry.