Randomness Ad Nauseum

Groundhogs
You know Paxahonie Phil. That's not his name. Punxsutawney Phil. I actually had to Google it to get the name right, and luckily, we have a Punxsutawney Groundhog Club. I am guessing their meetings are not really a hoot in June through December. I mean, what do they do, take ol' Phil out for binge drinking in the metropolis. My thought is "What if someone kidnapped the rodent and held him for ransom?" Would they merely bring out an imposter? And then there would be Gobbler's Knob-gate. I wanted to stretch this out into a full-blown post. You know me, just add a bit about boobs and cold weather, and the rest writes itself. Crap. Now you know my secret.

Ad Nauseum
As I was thinking for a title for this post, I decided to go with Ad Nauseum. I figure it would spruce up the post, and then I thought, that sounds like the name of a heavy metal band. I bet there is a band by that name. But then they would have guitar riffs that would go on and on. They started out playing in the drummer's basement – and the drummer's mother actually came up with the name. The only reason they got to play in the drummer's basement was because his family wanted different types of noise coming through the floor. Or so I would guess.

I would not want a group to be called Ad Nauseum. I mean, if we have a group for groundhog groupies, we probably have a group for everything. And one of the groups would cherish just droning on and on. Sort of like this entry.

Search Engines
Every once in a while, I look at the search engines that point to my site. The one that caught my attention recently was the phrase: "hair braiding spots near orlando". Well, it turned up some blog entry I made, and I discussed Orlando Bloom. Nice. Another is not so nice. A few weeks ago, and it is still going on now, I get people typing in the phrase, "What to say when somebody dies." This leads the reader to my blog entry, "What Not To Say When Someone Dies." It contains much dark humor, and would not be of comfort to someone who wants to know what to say when somebody dies.

Naughty or Nice
I have come to the conclusion that men are nicer than they appear and women are naughtier than they first appear. Not sure this holds up to scientific scrutiny, but if it does, I want it to be called "Leesa's Razor." Sort of a nod to Ochman's Razor.

String Theory
Have you ever notice that when you bring string theory into a conversation, it sort of kills the conversation? I mean, odds are you are not having a conversation with someone who knows string theory, and if you just say something about the eleven dimensions, you automatically are given credibility. Just don't bring up shoestring theory. Or potato string theory. Do they even make potato strings anymore? I am not sure you can pack any more fat grams and calories into a food.

Old Bracelet
In my jewelry box, I have an old bracelet. It is "14 karat gold" but you know, the gold has been rubbed off over the years. I received it when I was a junior in high school. I really liked the boy, and he moved off to school. I think the bracelet was supposed to either keep me as a girlfriend through a long distance relationship (that didn't work) or have me remember him (that worked). He was not my first boyfriend, not my fondest memories. But because of that cheap bracelet, I remember him. And I have this priceless (worthless) piece of jewelry in my jewelry box.

Rod Stewart: Philosopher
Rod Stewart once said, "Show me a good looking woman and I will show you a man who is tired of fecking her". I have no idea what this means, but it sounds like some sort of philosophy. And Rod Stewart did not use the word, "fecking." I think he is from the Vidal Sassoon School of Philosophy. That man has great hair.

YouTube
I think I am going to post my YouTube review at the end of the day. I think people don't really read them (if someone else posts twice per day, I normally only read the last post). But maybe that is me.