Everything I Like Causes Cancer

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My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: eight new comments on old posts from strangers.


???

My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: four new comments on old posts from strangers.

???!

My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: five new comments on old posts from strangers.

What the hell is going on?

My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: two new comments on old posts from strangers, and one of them congratulates me.

What for? Seriously, what the fresh hell is happening to my blog?

This went on all day yesterday. I truly had no idea what was happening and had no time at work to figure it out. It wasn't until about 7:30 last night that I began to understand that this here little hobby of a blog had been chosen by The Blogger Team as the Blog of Note for the day. To say this is an honor is an understatement. I never dreamed this corner lot in Blogaritaville would get this kind of traffic or following. It's like someone built a water park at the end of the street. And if I'm going to be honest, it's a little overwhelming and intimidating.

Hello, all you new people! We here at EILCC HQ are excited to have you but could you please not track internet dust into the lobby? We just had new floors installed. And you? Yeah, you over there sitting on the red couch? Please put your feet on the floor. Thank you.

According to the "Historie and Nature of Blogs of Note" the criteria for selection includes "good writing, good design, or original content or concept, or I just liked the name." This is fairly broad and leaves me wondering, why this one? At one time I'd have said Obscenity Week brought all the boys to the yard, but things have aged and slowed and tamed over here since then. I may never know why this blog was chosen so I'll be grateful rather than trying to analyze it:

THANK YOU BLOGGER TEAM AND EVERYONE WHO HAS STOPPED BY!

I hope I can live up to the hype. I suppose I'll move forward from this moment just being me since that's what got me here, The Land of Infinite Internet Fame and Fortune. My first act of keeping it real will be to go outside and pick up all the poop left in the back yard by these two adorable ruffians when they stayed at EILCC HQ last week:

Hello, Babysitter Lady!
We're the cutest Jehovah's Witnesses to ever visit your door.
Also, you need to paint your porch.

Sitting at my desk today I overheard one of my favorite coworkers calling another favored coworker a "lint licker." I immediately stopped typing and turned down my music to eavesdrop.


"Stinky McStinkface!"

Now these two are office BFFs so I was bamboozled by their passionate PG-13 name-calling and had to check it out. After recovering from paroxysms of giggling they explained that there's an Orbit "dirty mouth" commercial airing and the two of them were reenacting its hilarity.

I challenge you to watch this and NOT end up calling me a hoboken:


In case you couldn't catch it all:
Lint Licker: You son of a biscuit-eating bulldog!
Stinky McStinkface: What the French, Toast?
Lint Licker: Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little doo-doo head cootie queen?
Cootie Queen: Who are you calling a Cootie Queen, you lint licker?
Lint Licker: Pickle you, cumquat!
Stinky McStinkface: You’re overreacting.
Lint Licker: No Bill, overreacting was when I put your convertible into a wood chipper. Stinky McStinkface!
Cootie Queen: You hoboken.
I called everyone else a "cumquat" under my breath all day.

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