Words, Words, Words

I always believed I’d never had an original thought in my life. However, in a fit of boredom, I just typed some phrases into Google. It turns out that when you type in either “cat shaving notwithstanding,” “selling snow shovels to the damned,” “crazy guy with the push mower,” “Grand Bouva,” “cruel pustular gods,” “buffet line denizens,” “dead-on Larry Fine impression,” “reject from a Moby Dick casting,” “need to paint sheep,” or “Dr. Stupid and I are tight homies,” this blog is the only thing that pops up. Apparently no one else on the Internet had ever thought to string those particular words together in those particular orders before. I’m not sure how I feel about that…

I’m not the only person who finds “Baby Eisenstein” funny, though. A search for that comes up with a lot of links to things written by people who clearly don’t know how to spell Einstein (which is pretty disturbing, since they all seem to have kids), but it also comes up with multiple instances of people mentioning strollers being pushed down stairs.