I don’t have quite the traffic yet to compete with Blake, Dave, or even Chris (however inadvertently) on search engine prowess. Despite this, I still find it entertaining to look at my Extreme Tracking results. According to the recent data, the following words have all been used in search engine queries to reach my page. Additionally, they have all been used the same number of times, which suggests to me that they might have been used together.

drunk
fat
hyatt
stupid

I tried out this combination on Google, and my blog is, in fact, the first search result returned.

Becblog, the definitive source for all of your fat, drunk, and stupid Hyatt needs.

Pink has apparently started watching Martha Stewart again. It’s only a matter of time before we’re all neck deep in embroidered monitor cozies.

As long as he’s volunteering to start a Hints from Pink column, I have some followup questions. I thought the raw potato trick was supposed to be used if the glass actually broke, not if the glass just separated from its metal thread thingy. Does the raw potato actually grip better than the pliers would have? It would be nice to avoid the electrician next time, but it would also be nice to not have to explain why the ceiling and light fixture are liberally coated in bits of potato.

I had a piece of broccoli burn the holy hell out of the roof of my mouth today. Just goes to show that veggies can be hazardous to your health. Where are the Surgeon General’s warnings when you need them?

Personally, I thought Dave’s movie quotes quiz was a lot easier than Ben’s. I got 12/20 on the former all on my own, whereas Dave and I working together could only manage 3/20 of Ben’s.

More importantly, neither quiz included a quote from this movie…

It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.

Dave and I got a visit from my sister Susan, brother-in-law Alex, and brilliant nephew Charlie this weekend. The four grownups (using the term loosely, as usual) whiled away the time playing a great Pool Tournament of Incompetence. Charlie whiled away the time trying to explain the problems with our technique, which was difficult, as he doesn’t yet know any words and is not himself tall enough to reach the pool table and demonstrate.

We looked after Charlie on Saturday night while Susan and Alex got “all gussied up” and attended a wedding in the city. Okay, technically, I looked after Charlie on Saturday night. Eventually, Charlie will mature enough so that he is no longer viewed as an Object of Terror by his Uncle Dave. I think 25 years should do the trick.

so maybe others didn’t either. There are certain creatures that have no control over their facial muscles, so can only “smile” by lowering their jaw. Dogs fit this description. Muppets fit this description. Most women in Hollywood fit this description. And Barbara Walters evidently does, too. See?