Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
You know, one of the things I have learned...
...in the past eight or nine years I have actively explored the Internet, is that there seems to be, for every sort of carnal proclivity, a ready market to tap into that obsession. Oh, it might be sensous photos of Patricia Heaton's clavicle, or naughty stories about Fabio's bunion, but usually if there's an itch, there seems to be a scratch. No matter how odd.
But then, I dipped into the ol' referrer log, and noted that I had a visitor drop by earlier, and I think I can safely say I might have finally found something unique.
Because, you see, in all my time online, I don't think I've ever run into anyone expressing a desire to see fat women in underwear chasing possums.
Not that I can say the thought of doing a couple of laps around the back yard with Delta Burke in a black leather teddy hot on my heels hasn't crossed my mind, but still, it's rather an odd thing to see out there in print.
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