I had a Blogger-searching adventure just recently. Have you ever typed in random words, plus a ".blogspot.com" at the end, in the address box on your Internet server? I hadn't until about thirty minutes ago.
Most of the things I found were pretty uninteresting. Blank auto-blog surfaces last edited in 2000 or 2001, or something like that, with bored people who talk about their girlfriends and their video games. At one point I even found five angry, male, 20-something atheists who share their blog and make a whole bunch of pissy posts that bash God and Jesus, because those kinds of people are obviously so much more intelligent than the rest of us.
Seriously. Blogger.com is a wasteland. We're all a bunch of socially decrepit, bored, caffeine-fuelled retards waiting for something nice to happen to us. I have never seen such a plethora of washed-up, sparsely-posting folks since MySpace. One of which, by the way, I do not have. And proud.
Among some of the words I entered into the address box (multiple-word phrases, naturally, were typed as one word):
Strawberry, blueberry, Prismacolor, jitters, google, cattle, chicken wings, ramen, ramen bowl, piggly wiggly, canada dry, pilatus, war of the roses, crayon, yellow crayon, red crayon, blue crayon, can of worms, kleenex, webmistress, mayo, mayonnaise, hiccups, nachos, Laura Love, flight simulator, flight simulatore, cyd charisse, quoth the raven nevermore, negative, toxic, random fandom, mountain laurel, meow, mew, josef stalin, pots and pans, mercy now...
Etcetera...
As you can see, the cherry coke is keeping me up a little late.
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