I was looking over some stats for my review blog, and one of my visitors caught my eye. The ISP has a very distinctive name, and when I looked at the rough location my suspicion was confirmed. It's really rather interesting to think than author, or at least somebody in the author's household, read my review of their work. Glad I wasn't trashing it!

"Don't drink out of plastic bottles, that's why Christina Applegate got breast cancer!"

Right, because it's possible to pinpoint the exact cause--and the fact that her mother had it is just a coincidence. Of course, originally this circulated saying that was why Sheryl Crow had breast cancer.

"Light colored eyes let in more light, so people with pale eyes get more headaches."

Ummm ... light goes in through the pupil, not the iris. The iris is a muscle. Light doesn't filter through it. Critical thinking, people, and basic optical anatomy. Now, it's entirely reasonable to say that people with light eyes/hair/skin are more sensitive to light, but that's a different statement altogether. I think it's hilarious that a doctor told somebody this.

"OMG, don't use tampons! They make your period longer because they hold the blood in!"

I think some dude made this up. Any woman who's used a tampon knows they absorb the discharge, it's not like you're sticking a cork up your snatch to hold it all in!

"Eating meat is hard on your body."

*facepalm* Yeah, it's not like we've got enzymes to break down the proteins or anything, right? Humans certainly didn't develop eating a variety of foods, largely protein sources. I hate it when people say things like this. It might take longer to digest beef than, say, an apple--but that doesn't mean it's taxing for your system! This sort of thing, to me, smacks of rabid vegan/vegetarian attempts to convince people that eating meat is some strange modern adaptation, as if we never ate meat until the industrial revolution and so it's an unnatural state of being. But driving a smug-inducing hybrid car is totally natural!

Usually when I'm on Facebook, I'm totally blind to the ads. I'm so used to ridiculous ads that pull up my friends' profile pictures, or use scantily clad models, or at just freaking weird, that I just ignore them. Except when all my ads start showing up Norwegian--that is hilarious.

This particular add caught my eye, though, simply because the text on it was very oddly written. If it was a ploy, it worked: I stopped and looked at it, and eventually determined that the weirdly written word was "extravagance". But I also noticed the other end of the ad:

At first I thought that her shirt was just billowing up, but then I saw the bust definition. Seriously, her boobs are bigger than her head! It's ridiculous. When I saw the ad, and on a subsequent page another one for the same game, the first thing I thought was "Looks just like the Evony ads." I did a search, and chances are that Kingston is basically the same scammy game.

Since I'm not a gamer, I don't really know much about it, but the idiocy and blatant "BEWBSBEWBSBEWBS" tactics of their ads really aggravates me.

Check out these absolutely terrifying medical "instruments" from ye olden times.

See, I've discovered StumbleUpon. I have found a whole new way to waste time.

And then I see things like this. Twilight tattoos. (shudder)

I didn't know what I was missing in my life until I watched a bunch of wannabe gangstas gang-bang an ottoman!

You think I'm kidding. I'm not. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.

So I play a game in Facebook, and have a toolbar that gets me game credit for a certain number of searches each day. I'm reading the new Anita Blake book, so I typed in "weretiger". I normally just search things and don't click any links, but excerpt that popped up for this site was .... interesting. As was the URL, www.weretiger.ca.

I still don't get it.

Have been for a week, actually.

Last week, I was just lazing around my house when I got a text from somebody I work with asking if I wanted to hang out. I didn't really feel like going anywhere, nor like having anybody over, so I kept trying to stall him. He's one of those work friends, for one thing; for another I just didn't feel like dealing with anybody. But I felt bad for him--he doesn't have a lot of friends.

So I ended up having company, which, okay, whatever. We watched some Youtube videos, bitched about work a bit, blah blah blah. At one point I heard my phone chime and picked it up to find a text message .... from the guy sitting on my couch, a foot away. It said, "Want to make out?"

I laughed and said something like "what the fuck?", assuming he was kidding, and loaded up another Youtube video. After a while we started playing MarioKart, which involved much swearing and laughing and at one point me pouring a giant glass of ice water on him for cheating.

I heard my phone chime twice more, but ignored it, because I was starting to get a weird feeling. He kept touching me--not in an obvious way, just things like when our legs bumped in to each other he didn't move, he sat a little too close, etc. Between that and the text, I was a bit weirded out, so I just ignored my phone. We played MarioKart for a while and then he went home.

I then checked my phone to find two more texts, one saying "I was being serious." and another saying "You know you want to." I didn't respond; I had no idea what to say. I didn't work with him all week; he came in for dinner tonight and said he was going to eat, unless I was leaving and then there was no reason to stay. I tried to act normal, giving him the usual amount of sarcastic bitchiness and fucking with his soda. It's just awkward.

I feel bad, but I'm sort of glad he's planning on quitting, because I just don't know how to deal with this! See, the thing is this: he's 18. He doesn't even graduate high school until next week! I'm not old enough for that to be flattering, it's just uncomfortable! If he were several years older, well, he's a nice kid. But that's just it, he's a nice kid.

I have no idea how to handle this.

I've suspected for a while that there's a ghost in my house; but some of the stuff was easy enough to brush off as just me being a ditz. Things like my hairbrush not being where I put it, or my Ped-Egg not being where I thought it was ... then turning up again in that same spot. But the first thing that happened that I couldn't dismiss was the re-appearance of my gloves in my coat pockets when I knew they weren't there the night before because I had my hands in my pockets coming in the house.

Since my roommate moved it, we've had more creepy stuff happen. She told me once that two of the cats started staring at the same spot, then both jumped off the couch, crouched next to each other on the floor, and stared at the same spot for a long time. One time, her allergy medicine vanished and turned up in the bottom of her laundry hamper. Last week, I knew she wasn't home but kept thinking I was hearing coughing coming from her room, to the point I opened the door to be sure. Yesterday I was sitting here at my computer and got the strongest feeling that someone was looking over my shoulder.

So sometimes it's creepy .... and sometimes, it's just plain silly. Three weeks ago, I was at Wal-Mart and got a copy of the movie Waiting for $5. I also got dog food, cat food, paper towels, and a bunch of other stuff. The pet food and paper towels I didn't bother to drag in that night, since they were just to stock up. But that night when I got home, I pulled Waiting out of one of the bags and said "Look what I got!" and showed it to my roomie, since we're both restaurant slaves. We both remember me excitedly waving the movie and saying it was $5, and then we decided not to watch it right then.

I went to get it one day to loan it to another coworker ... and couldn't find it. It wasn't with the other movies, or on the kitchen table, or anywhere else I could find. Well, tonight I found it ... when I brought in the plastic sack with the paper towels in it. Harmless, but creepy.

I went to Qdoba tonight, and one of the employees was cleaning off the quesadilla griddle thing. I'm not sure what he was spraying on it before scraping off layers of burnt tortilla, but whatever it was, it put off clouds of smoke .... that tasted sweet. It didn't smell of anything, but when it drifted across my face, it tasted like I'd put some sort of artificial sweetener on my lips. How freaking weird is that?

It's 9:25 a.m.

Crazy college kids.
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And how did I miss hearing about the Bigfoot Hoax?

And why on gods' green earth would somebody buy the bigfoot hoax body off ebay for $250,283? Oh wait, more money than brains, that's why.

(No, "gods'" is not a typo. In case you were wondering. :) )