gratuitous donut porn
I stopped at a convenience store Saturday night and found this rack of donuts sitting forlornly outside. I assume they were old and about to be thrown away, but I couldn’t help but feel an intense “hey, free donuts!” rush. It was a struggle not to scoop them all up and dash away into the night. And I don’t even like donuts much when they’re fresh and not, you know, parking-lot aged. Wouldn’t that be fun to explain to a potential employer when I had to disclose on my application that I had been convicted of misdemeanor pastry theft?
I’ve been enjoying checking my site stats and seeing how people found this blog. Most have wandered in through links to other people’s blogs “and thanks very much to the people who’ve linked me”, but here are some of the more interesting search terms that have led people to Plooble:
Arlus Fruck
Natasha Fattedad “I hate to think she and Arlus found themselves on my list of funny names”
North Korea the democracy
fuck you you fucking fuck get shorty
2003 email directory of hung in korea “from Google Denmark”
oenophiles
Ballantrae Shiraz 2001 “my apologies to the wine enthusiasts who found my tasting notes”
2Xtreme Sports Chair
laptop looks like a car
Nokia’s commercial dishwasher
I want to buy a chuckwalla.
I also found a link that totally wigged me out. I knew there were sites that allow you to translate web pages, but seeing my site in German was very disorienting. Useful if you want to know how to say “Holy Crap” the next time you’re in Berlin.
And now, ANUSTART.
I first heard about this from my friend Katie, who either saw the vehicle in question, or heard from someone who did. It’s a minivan somewhere in the Chapel Hill area with a personalized plate reading ANUSTART. Anus tart? How did that get past the DMV? When the driver was asked what her plate meant, she pronounced it “a new start.” But I’ll bet she gets lots of strange looks in traffic, not to mention interesting propositions.
Artist Kirk Fanelly, who definitely seems like a Plooble kind of guy, immortalized this monument to inside-the-box thinking in a painting. Here’s a closeup. Thanks to Ryan for alerting me to this. He loves this plate even more than the one he saw on a Jeep that read BUMTOY. I hope those two have found each other.