One of the clever little bits of WordPress is that the dashboard shows you some stats when you sign in. Mainly stuff like which post has the most views, who has linked to you, blah blah blah. But it also tells you the top searches that led people to your site. Here’s what brought people here lately, though I’ve no idea why….
why can’t you marry your cousin?, beautiful stairway to heaven photos, puppy frenetic, nine 1/2 weeks, now is the time to get drunk! to stop being the martyred slaves
: / Some of it I get. Puppies is obvious. “Time to get drunk” — the same. And I just recently posted something about Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke, but I’m too lazy to look back and refresh my memory on what it was.
But…Beautiful stairway to heaven photos? Why can’t you marry your cousin? Have I been blogging in my sleep?
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















I don’t remember reading about those two here and I usually pay attention. I’ve just looked at my wordpress stats and ‘hairy feet’ is the top search and the top post. I must move the widgets around, I always forget to look.
You can marry your cousin – can’t you?
I don’t know, and I never thought it about it. Oh, okay. I thought about it. Once. In my defense, we didn’t know we were cousins when we kissed. : \