Secret Messages

"A Secret Service agent has admitted he scrawled anti-Muslim statements on a prayer calendar during the home search of a man charged with smuggling bogus checks into the United States," according to the Washington Post.


He thought he'd write a small note,
About his mom and a young goat?
The agent, an ass,
Was really quite crass;
I doubt that he they'll promote.

Caffeine Crazed

And now our minds they do bake,
As we sing for to remain wide awake;
Singing about beer,
895 bottles, I fear;
And quaffing caffeine till we shake.

It's enough to drive us all nuts,
As the caffeine it tears up our guts;
But it's all done in fun,
And soon we'll be done,
To fall on the floor on our butts.

Saddam Doesn't Have the Balls

Sunday's Washington Post is quoted as stating that "many senior U.S. military officers contend that President Saddam Hussein poses no immediate threat and that the United States should continue its policy of containment rather than invade Iraq to force a change of leadership in Baghdad."

Grinning Idiot's own military analysts offer this comparative overview and military assessment of the situation:





They're saying that the balls he lacks,
But do they really have all of the facts?
Without balls he's nuts,
No ifs or buts,
And with his feet he can kick in the sacks.

Amish Assissin

For the Amish Assissin who's provider wasn't co-operative during the Blogathon and yet has kept us amused and awake these hours:


Then there's Amish the Assassin,
Who's shown to have quite the raw passion;
For prose that is bad,
Just don't get too mad;
Else all will turn grey, quite ashen.

Hands Down Ruling

A lawyer's client was fidgeting prior to giving her testimony in court.

The lawyer's solution?

To turn her over his knee and for to spank her bare bottom.

Of course, we all know that she sued him, though the US District Judge Robert Chatigny stated that the lawsuit wasn't covered by lawyers' malpractice insurance policies after the argument, "The perverted act of intentionally fondling the bare bottoms of female clients cannot and is not part of the practice of law."


The lawyer he thought he'd be thanked,
Which is why his client he spanked;
Bare bum in the air,
He swatted her fair,
Bottom, it's he who's the skank.

Woman Demands Satisfaction

The people at Delta airlines pulled Renee Koutsouradis off of the plane prior to take-off because something in her bags was vibrating.

The male employees starting "laughing hysterically" upon the removal of the long vibrating object from her luggage.

Okay, a few snickers might be called for, but they shouldn't have made the rude comments that they allegedly made to her.


At Delta the fools did berate,
Renee for her bags did vibrate;
They took her right out,
Of the plane with a pout,
To joke and to make her eyes dilate.

The Pervert Club

This blog, run by three girls... well, it's name says it all ... The Pervert Club.


It's a club that is but for a pervert,
People who like for to squirt it?
And go with bare feet,
Or show all their meat;
Ya think that they like for to flirt it?

Remember Goldmember

I can understand what I'm doing here, raising the money for charity, but why aren't you out with your friends watching Mike Meyers as Austin Powers in his new movie Goldmember?


Get out and go see his latest,
You know that Powers 's the greatest;
Go see the movie,
Baby it's groovy!
And find if his mojo 's the straightest.

Perfect Pear

According to research conducted by the Nimble Bread Company in England, the men of Britain are, "all going pear-shaped."



The makers of bread, the Nimbles,
Thought men should sit upon thimbles;
Not have asses like pears,
Or so they declares,
To the sound of trumpets and cymbals.


Nimble Bread must employ a statistician with a sense of humor. They've worked it out that the population of Great Britain desires to lose, by Christmas, weight that would be the equivalent of a massive pod of 950 Blue Whales (I'll let you reverse engineer the number).

Blog Trek

If you're reading this blog, the odds are you are a geek of one type or another. This in turn increases the odds that you happen to be a Trekkie, either from the original Kirk and Spock episodes or one of the other heroes developed under the Star Trek umbrella.

So, for the Star Trek fans:


There once was a captain named Kirk,
Who when seeing a lady would perk,
Up quite a bit,
And he'd ask her to sit,
Whilst his work with a smirk he would shirk.


And then there is a Vulcan named Spock,
With emotions as hard as a rock;
He smiled only once,
After a bit of a bunce;
Much to everyone's shock.

Green Blogs and Ham

The writing continues to deteriorate into the lower realms in irc. At least this Idiot's happens to be heading that way as Dr. Seuss will commence to shudder as the whispers of the butchery to his books occur.

Do you like to blog dear Sam?
Do you like to blog with ham?

Would you blog with your palm?
Would you blog without a qualm?

Could you would you blog up high?
Might you blog until you die?

Would you blog from your phone?
Might you blog whilst on the throne?

Blog away until its done,
Blogathon its really fun.

I have a feeling, to your collective regrets, that I'll be coming back to this one some day :p

America Off Line

At least the New York Post seems to infer such in their article regarding AOL Timer Warner today.


They're looking at America Online,
The SEC, what shall they divine?
As they check out the books,
To ensure that no crooks,
Do hang from the corporate vine.

Mad Monk

Dave, the Mad Monk, writes a very entertaining and insightful blog about the old saints of the Catholic church. Catholic, Christian or not, it's an interesting read for all.


The Monk he's as mad as a hatter,
Who writes with a rat-a-tat-tatter;
About the old saints,
Though not for the faint,
Well worth to read all his prater.

Picking a Good Habit

As this was reported in Pravda, one has to wonder if the cold war propaganda is still at work as they attempt to undermine parental teachings ;-)

According to them American and British physiologists have stated that a habit that most consider bad, picking ones nose, is actually healthy.

These doctors believe that picking your nose will stimulate receptors situated in the nose to help the organism more actively fight illness.


The doctors say pick all your snot,
To dig and to get all you got,
Out a' yer nose,
Until it glows;
To cure of the cold that you caught.

Snake Snack

Doctors in Romania were reported to have operated on a farmer, removing a 24 centimeter (approximately 10 inches) wood snake from his stomach.

The snake was still alive, even after being in his stomach for 3 days.


It was a snake that he snacked whilst he snored,
It slide into his gullet and tored;
His inner fat belly,
Into raw jelly,
He'll not eat no sushi nor more.

Picture Puzzle

The Picture Puzzle Project is a great source of amusement and entertainment. The author has taken (quite good quality) close-up pictures of every day objects that may be found around the house and the reader is to guess what the object is.

Enjoy the fun!


The puzzles of pictures a project,
Where the reader is to guess the object;
Is it bread or dead rats,
Or grandpa's old hats?
Write down what you think is the subject.

Wet, Wet, Wet

Bluecalx has everything that you wanted to know about water ... and more.

Water in advertising, water design, water formulas, water on the brain.


For water that is more than wet,
At Bluecalx it's what you'll get;
Water in art,
To take to heart,
As to mother earth you are in debt.

Winston "The Jedi" Churchill

I can see already which direction this day is going to flow.

In irc we were, for what god forsaken reason I don't recall, discussing Winston Churchill when Martin brought up the question:

"You know what Churchill said when someone complained to him about how he ended a sentence with a preposition?"

"This is the sort of arragant nonsense up with which i shall not put."

I hadn't realized until now the similarities between Winston and Yoda.


And then there's the drunk, ol' Churchill,
Who was said to possess some jedi skill;
Like Yoda he spoke;
What did he really toke?
As he kicked Hitler's ass to Brazil.

Hiway 80

Eliot and Shroud manage to pose some interesting questions to their readers whilst at the same time create some fascinating and vibrant collages at Hiway 80 blog.


You'll find both Eliot and Shroud,
Asking their questions aloud;
Collages they create,
Superb, au fait!
Drawing applause from the crowd.

Murder, She Blogged

For all of you murder and mystery fans, don't forget to drop by Meg's Murder, She Blogged to find out if it's David Wilkinson, Lucy Connor or one of the other cast of 24 characters who is the murderer on this Blogathon day.

Meg she did blog about murder,
Was it Jones the old goat herder?
Could it be Bill,
Else Jane or Phil?
That was to hang from the girder.

Jay Crossing

Anyone who has read this Idiot's compilation of trivia, news, limericks and bold face lies will know by now that I'm a Jay Leno fan (well, most of the time).

Earlier in the week Jay Leno made mention of a school on the East coast at which men may learn how to get in touch with their more feminine feelings and learn how to be transvestites. In the show Jay made reference to himself and Kevin Eubanks having tested out the school.

Well, here at Grinning Idiot, we've managed to get some before and after pictures of Jay Leno exploring his new found fetish.





Did Jay dress up as a transvestite?
With lips all puckered, red bright;
His legs did he shave?
He's a rogue, a knave;
Much to the intern Ross's delight.


Thanks to Silly Jokes for the use of the image.

Utopia, Dystopia, Frytopia

Cat Connor's blog (aka Frykitty and a driving force behind Blogathon) is quickly going to become a favourite of mine. Photography that is filled with humour, beauty and exotic history.


Go visit frykitty's frytopia,
A virtual bloggers utopia,
Pics for to please,
Laugh and to tease,
A wonderful photo cornucopia.

Cable Cabal

And the new inductees to the Orange Jumpsuit Corporate Hall of Fame are:

Mr. John J. Rigas, founder of Adelphia Communications;
Mr. Timothy Rigas, son and former chief financial and accounting officer at Adelphia Communications; and,
Mr. Michael Rigas, son and onetime executive vice president for operations at Adelphia Communications.

Deputy Attorney General Larry Thompson was quoted in the Washington Post as saying, "Members of the Rigas family systematically looted the corporation," costing investors billions of dollars.

Adelphia, in the meanwhile, has filed for bankruptcy with over $2 billion in debt.

What did these fine upstanding corporate citizens do?

Why, according to the article they merely:

Inflated the number of cable subscribers that Aldelphia had;
Took $240 million from the company to pay for their own stock margin calls; and,
Used $13 million of the company's funds to build a golf course on land owned by John Rigas.

The last point one might understand. It may have been in preparation for their potential long stay at one of Uncle Sam's corporate resorts with some of their Enron and WorldCom golf buddies.


Who is it you really should blame,
That they wanted to practice their game?
The firm's accounts the source,
They built a golf course;
In jail they may now rot in shame.


I wonder if they'll be signing off on their financial statements under the new SEC requirements?

Domo Arigato, Mr. Bloggato

Martin Marks is, with his stories, comments and prose busy "saving the world one entry at a time."


Martin with his words unfurled,
Is busy saving the world;
Take heed of his word,
Come on, get spurred,
Else to chaos we'll all be swirled.

Musings with Substance

At Substance Musings you'll be blessed with Alyssa's bad poetry (her quote - it's better than this Idiot's limericks) and photos of IKEA furniture and her shoe collection.


Alyssa the Imelda of blogs,
Who shows her newest of clogs;
And writes her prose,
'Bout friends that she knows;
Whilst the rest of us write in our fogs.

Creative Crayolas

Mike at Cresantfresh has pulled out his box of crayolas and is sharing his talents with us by drawing original Cresentfresh artwork of the other Blogathon participants.


Mike draws using a crayon,
His art it looks quite Malayan;
He's drawing the bloggers,
The marathon joggers,
He's put an artistic soiree on.

Praying for Silence

We've all had problems with noisy neighbours and I know that I've been a noisy neighbour on more than one occasion - but you try to inform your neighbours that you're going to have a party and if it gets too loud, well ... they can just join in the fun.

But what about the situation that appeared before the Ontario Rental Housing Tribunal that Canada.com reported on?

Teresa Tafawa and Derrick Mitchell, who have reportedly managed to frighten a number of their neighbours, are awaiting the tribunal's verdict following numerous complaints for they are "praying too loudly."


Tafawa and Mitchell they pray,
So loud it was though that they bray;
Their voices did swell,
Heard from heaven to hell;
They'll now be evicted, they may.

Royal Flush

The projects that the other people are doing for the Blogathon are quite awesome! I'm so impressed with some of the things that people are doing for this charity fund raising event. Also, it's good to note that there are a few other twisted puppies out there other than myself ;-)

Take Wendy for example:


Wendy's blog it's not down the drain,
Though it's mainly all Mansfield and Crane;
Thank god they did flush,
Else many might blush,
And faintness there are some who might feign.

Stapled Panties

Speaking about nailed, it would appear that Steve-O is stapled and now about to be nailed.

The MTV co-host of "Jackass" was named in an arrest warrant for an obscene barroom stunt in which he allegedly stapled women's underwear to his bare chest whilst he was "exposed."


Steve-O, he never will fail,
To amuse, but now it is bail,
That he's going to need,
For his sick deed;
Now he can wear panties in jail.

Nailed in Bangkok

Perhaps there are advantages to living in a country in which superstition flourishes.

I can hear the line that the soldier (who, as it was mentioned in the Bangkok Post was found to have a fish hook and four two-inch nails in his stomach) was feeding his girl friend:

Soldier: Really darling, I wasn't out drinking with my buddies and I did not make a silly bet about eating a fish hook and some nails. It must have been black magic!
Against the advice of his doctors his family have taken him back to his home town for a black magic curing ceremony.


The docs they sought what ails,
A man who had hooks and nails,
In his fat tummy,
'Cause he's a dummy,
And was betting whilst drinking his ales.

Rock Garden

Yesterday I went to look at Sunny's blog when I came upon (easy on the puns, people) this picture:





This is such a bad line, but I just can't resist saying it: I guess that someone was busy getting their rocks off one night in the garden.


Sunny had a garden of rocks,
That the people could see from the docks;
She had the odd flower,
But above them did tower,
Long stones that looked like big funny penises.


Many thanks for the use of the picture and for sponsoring this Idiot, Sunny. Keep up the great writing! :-)

Corporate Fiber

Did you ever stop to think of the similar results produced by WorldCom's network of fiber and the fiber that you eat in the morning?


The stock it is down in the pits,
It matters not of reverse splits;
Ebner you screwed up,
The company done blewed up;
And your fiber just gave us the shits.

Brain Drain

A 22 year-old man who lives in Luebeck, Germany suffered the most draining of days.

He dropped his keys which fell down through a manhole cover. Lifting the cover off and reaching down to retrieve his keys he ...

Got his head stuck.

The young gentleman had to be assisted by police in order to remove his scraped and cut self.


For the man it was really a pain,
To get his head all stuck in a drain;
It wasn't too wide,
But now it's his pride,
That'll suffer for his feat so arcane.

I guess that he couldn't tell everyone that he was just draining his sinuses.

A Dick as Good as a Bush?

The other night I was half listening to the television whilst I slaved away in preparation for the Blogathon (either that or I was playing games) and I heard someone state that now a "no heart beat donor is as good as a brain dead donor."

It just hit me - are they saying that Vice-president Cheney is as good as President Bush?


At the House you've got Bush and Cheney,
It's only one who is thought to be brainy;
The other has got testis,
And a bit obsessed he's,
About Iraq and the invasion campaigny


Related Links:

Now I Know Why

Sponsors - Thanks!

Many thanks once more to my sponsors for their generosity:

Mandarin Design
Cosmic Cards
KissMy.net (I really wish that they'd hurry up and get their site live);
Sunny
Anonymous; and,
Anonymous.

The last two sound as though it could have been the name of WorldCom's law firm.


It was with a degree of verity,
That the Idiot, he blogged for charity;
His sponsors he thanks,
Writing limericks and pranks,
Hopefully lacking in too much vulgarity.


Please pay them a visit for sponsoring the Idiot in the 2002 Blogathon as we raise money for Doctors Without Borders.

Strap-On Duck

Nope, I'm sorry to disappoint my readers (waving to both of you) but this isn't the latest in kinky fetish wear. Well, at least it isn't intended for that purpose (what you do in the privacy of your home amongst consenting adults is up to you - I just don't wish to see any pictures of Janet Reno and John Ashcroft after the event - deal?).

The Duckmaster, invented and marketed by the Patomaster Group, is referred to by them as, "an ultra-efficient anatomical wake-up device".





They people they're not really crackers,
For inventing their Duckmaster quackers;
They sell what they make,
To keep you awake,
So you don't fall asleep, you slackers.


Damn, had I but known about this device prior to the Blogathon and I might have ordered one to ensure that I last the full 24 hours.

A New Dawn

Fingers grasping for the handle of the mug filled with the steaming caffeine rich liquid and drawing it to my lips, a silent shudder as the dark fluid is quaffed and already commences to flow through my veins.

I'm going to regret this, I know it already - And you the reader will be regretting this before the Blogathon is over as well ... just wait until you start to read what I manage to come up with 24 hours hence. hehehe

Over the next 24 hours I am going to have my share of grammatical, typographical and spelling errors (more than is usual on this blog, that is) so I'll ask that you just grin and bare it and at a later date I'll try to correct those errors ... then again, I may just say to hell with it.

On with the show!


An Idiot who's up with the sun,
To write limericks and the odd pun;
I really should add,
If they're too bad,
Just shoot me with an old gun.


Hmmm ... I can see that some of you are already clicking the safety to off. Perhaps that last line should read:

"Just stuff it up your fat bun." :p

Sponsor Prize

Wow! One of our sponsors, Cosmic Cards have generously offered the reward of 1 year paid for Premium membership to their site (a $107 value) for the top pledge in sponsoring the Idiot in this year's Blogathon.

Sign up at Blogathon now and you'll not only be donating to a good cause but you'll also have the opportunity to receive the Premium membership in return.


Go and sponsor the Idiot today,
From the depths of your heart you may pay;
But dig in your stash,
And pay cold hard cash,
And a prize you might win, you just may.


Many thanks to Jo-Anne and everyone at Cosmic Cards

Don't forget to drop by with your request or suggestion for a limerick topic during the Blogathon as the Idiot will be taking requests at that time. Just remember, you get what you pay for ;-)

Sysadmin Day

Your System Administrator, this is the person for whom you should show the greatest love and appreciation of anyone in your organization.

This person is the life-blood of all that you plug into a wall socket.

The System Administrator is the one whom you never hope to hear say, "I cleaned the root partition and now there's lots of clear space".

Yet he or she is also the one for whom you jump the highest and fastest upon hearing, "Quick! Everyone save their work Now!"

Love and cherish this person and show your appreciation for today is:

System Administrator Appreciation Day


They're the ones who administer your system,
So heed my words of great wisdom;
Appreciate their ways,
On all Sysadmin Days,
Else to the crash of hard drives you'll listen.


Don't forget to pay careful attention to the Gift Ideas Section.


wondering if that will appease the sysadmin gods and godesses for another year

A Very Silly Man

Late last night I started to notice an influx of visitors from the fine land of Oz and, of course, my curiosity antennae started to hum. The humming soon made way for snoring (not that I'd ever admit that I snore), but first thing this morning a very pleasant surprise was waiting for me in my e-mail inbox ...

An e-mail with a link from Peter Hay to a copy of a newspaper article that he so graciously scanned.



For a printer friendly version click here


A man very silly, they said,
So he'll be until he's quite dead;
They'll carve it in stones,
As they bury his bones,
Just because of what Jenny once read.


Thanks Jenny, it's what they'll now place on my tombstone. =/

Poem Tag

How could I resist doing this upon seeing Poem Tags?



I'm going to add a little incentive (or will this frighten people away?) to anyone who may wish to sponsor the Idiot in this year's Blogathon.

Each person who sponsors the Idiot will receive one original personalized limerick so that they can create their own unique poem tag. Once it is confirmed that you've become a sponsor I'll need about 8 keywords that you might like to have within the body of your original Grinning Idiot limerick (I won't promise that I'll use your words, but it'll give me a good idea as to what you're looking for) and get it out to you early next week.

It's Almost Here - Blogathon 2002

Saturday, July 27th is rapidly approaching so quickly sign up so that you too can sponsor your favourite Grinning Idiot in this year's Blogathon.

I'm pleased that there are now 5 sponsors who are generously helping to support Grinning Idiot's charity this year, Doctors Without Borders.

Doctors Without Borders was founded in 1971 by a small group of French doctors who believed that all people have the right to medical care and that the needs of these people supersede respect for national borders. It was the first non-governmental organization to both provide emergency medical assistance and publicly bear witness to the plight of the populations they served.

My thanks to:

Mandarin Design
Cosmic Cards
KissMy.net (hurry and get your Site active!)
Anonymous 1
Anonymous 2

You can be a sponsor for as little as $5 so come on and click this now.


There were without borders some docs,
Who worked not by the time on their clocks;
This was the deal,
They gave for to heal,
The needy where ever they walks.


Don't forget, start time is 6:00 a.m. PST on Saturday the 27th of July and, beyond the usual array of bad limericks and horrible puns, I'll have a few surprises during the course of the day ;-)

Related Posts:

Blogathon 2002
The Idiot is Sponsored

IKEA - No Joke

Something that struck me as amazing whilst searching for information for the previous post was the dearth of IKEA jokes that were on the Internet.

From what I found, unless Google let me down, there was not even a handful.

Yes, there were many comments pertaining to the lack of ease with which one might attempt to assemble IKEA furniture, but there were virtually no jokes (though I haven't searched the Swedish and Danish Web Sites yet) which is very surprising considering the company's vast size, in terms of global reach (in 30+ countries), diversification (sales, shipping, manufacturing, insurance, etc.) and sales (estimated over $9 billion for the furniture division alone last year).

It's even more amazing considering the reputation that they have for poor customer service, the quality of product (though it has improved and you get what you pay for) and the frustrations that many subject themselves to upon purchasing an IKEA product.

If you find any humor or jokes (no attachments, thank you) regarding IKEA please send them on to me at grinningidiot@earthlink.net.


Into IKEA I started to poke,
Yet of them I found not a joke;
The Swede's such a bore?
But I'll look some more,
To see what's under their cloak.


How many people know what the acronym IKEA stands for?

Related Posts:

Swedish Terrorists

Swedish Terrorists

And today's log record of whacked out Google search referrals goes to ...

IKEA+Al-Queda

Two questions (upon the cessation of laughter) immediately came to mind:

"Why would anyone enter this string as a search query?"

"Why did the Grinning Idiot blog show up as one of the Sites?"

The latter was much easier to answer. Entering the query's URL into my (not so) trusty browser's address box and then checking the highlights of the search terms in Google's cache of the blog. I referred to Arafat's upcoming (?) shopping excursion to IKEA in Arafat Goes Cheesy and during that same week there was a reference to everyone's favourite terrorist organization, Al-Queda, in Tattoo Turmoil.

The first question, now that one was starting to somewhat bother my tenacious curiosity.

A glance at the other Web Sites that also came up as a result of the search showed that they too were, on the surface, innocent of any ties to terrorists or references to IKEA's supposed association with the Al-Queda network - though I did come upon an amusing referral to a newspaper article in which it was (allegedly, as they didn't provide a link to the actual article) claimed that blogs were forums for Al-Queda sympathizers (I love idiot journalists).

Then the proverbial bolt of lightning struck me (it just happened to be traveling in slow motion today) - there are two potential reasons (other than someone testing to see how curious I might be) for the search:

1) IKEA, its Baltic factories spew out a decent quality of furniture for the price, but how many people here have tried to put together one of their Billy bookshelves or one of their desks?

Nodding as I count the mass of sweaty palms held high

You know exactly what I'm going to refer to then.

IKEA is a threat to the free world.

Through their subversive methods the Swedish monolith ruled by Ingvar Kamprad has:

a) Stolen jobs from assembly plant workers;

b) Undermined the stability of family values through the tensions resulting from the attempted assembly of one or more of their products. One need only to examine the global influx of IKEA stores that commenced in the 80's and the dramatic rise in divorce rates to see the correlation;

c) Reduced leisure time. It is impossible to enter an IKEA store without feeling like a rat in a maze with the end result being that a (in theory) 20 minute shopping excursion turns into 2 hours of shuffling like zombie lemmings toward the cliff's edge; and,

d) Traumatized children resulting in the dramatic increase of violence in the schools. Everyone (and you're either lying or already psychotic if you didn't) took great glee at being able to jump and bounce on their bed. Trying to see of you could dent the ceiling with your head was part of growing up. But bounce on an IKEA bed? Thud ... Thud ... Crash! "Dad!!"

Of course, the forgoing may (I repeat may) be somewhat inaccurate with the preliminary evidence being more anecdotal in nature, which leads me to my second theory:

2) Someone was Google Whacking.

There once was a group called IKEA,
Terrorists who wished they could set free a,
Turbulent bother,
As every father,
Was assembling beds made in Korea.


Related Posts:

Whacked Out
Limerical Whack Off

Coffin Copulation?

Duncan Berry, now what in the world (or after world, as the case may be) were you up to when Judge David Boulton tells you that your assault was "so outrageous" that he wasn't going to outline it in the open court?

Berry, a former funeral home director was jailed for 18 months for having used his position of power to commit "outrageous sex assaults" on women.

I'm assuming that all of the women were visitors of the breathing kind (though I should know better than to assume).

Duncan Berry apparently stated adamantly that in the future he would never permit himself to be in such a position.


What about that Duncan Berry?
Who attacked women where they bury,
The deceased and the dead,
So the evidence said;
Will prison turn him into a fairy?


I wonder which position he'll be in whilst in prison?

Kevin's Fetish?

Ahhhhhh .....

Another wonderful weekend that has been filled with visits with friends and family, long walks, a tad too much to eat and just enough to drink whilst enjoying tantalizing conversations and ear ringing laughter.

Needless to say, I've been somewhat remiss in updating here the past few days ... but, I highly recommend the occasional sabbatical from the radiating glow of your monitor. Even if you're taking your copy of Larry Ullman's PHP Advanced For the World Wide Web up to the peak of a mountain to read (don't forget a pen as it's frustrating being unable to take notes).

Goodness, I'd better remember to wear dark clothes or people will wonder why the paleness of my flesh has diminished.

So, here I sit (pondering ... that has the ring of a verse that one might be more inclined to find on the inside of a washroom cubicle).

Sitting back in my chair, bare feet (will that hit Google for the bare foot fetish people?) upon my desk with an iced glass of Moskvaskaya in hand as I peruse the various tidbits of news and information that have accumulated these past days.

Talk about an abundance of (would that be "unadulterated"?) bullshit.

Yet, all of that I'll cover during the course of the next few days as there was something else that stuck me as being much more amusing.

The Grinning Idiot reference logs.

No, I haven't had too much sun (well, maybe a little) nor have I had too much to drink.

The geek in me? chuckling Perhaps.

Though it is more an amusement of the human mind and (how might one define this?) condition.

People have their fetishes, which is fine as long as it is between consensual adults. That doesn't mean that I won't get a chuckle out of those fetishes ;-)

Having seen an amusing array of them in the various log files of different servers I have, for the most part, ceased to be amazed. Still, every so often one pops up that causes my brow to raise.

Digressing momentarily, I've had more than my share of referrals from Google when people search for:

sarah+michelle+gellar+feet+barefoot+pictures

Regarding this search, I've found that the Grinning Idiot blog ranks 11 out of 6,920 on Google for people who search for pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar's bare feet.

Although I do not possess a fetish for feet, I can appreciate aspects of it as Sarah Michelle Gellar is indeed a beautiful lady though, admittedly, I have no knowledge pertaining to her little piggies.

It was this one, which Grinning Idiot ranked 5 out of 599 on the subject, that raised my brows:

jay+leno+female+feet+fetish

Jay Leno has a fetish for female feet?

Females that have a fetish for Jay Leno's feet?

Jay Leno humour pertaining to the feet, and fetishes thereof, of the fairer gender?

Someone who has a fetish for Jay Leno's feet whilst he's dressed in drag?


Someone has a fetish for Jay,
Or his feet, as Google would say;
Could it be Kevin,
Who thinks that it's heaven,
When Leno's toes wiggle in clay?


Oh, well ... I believe that I'd better top off my drink and go outside with my book and enjoy the evening.