Did you know that Alexa gives you a list of search phrases that they believe drives traffic to your blog? Because, yeah. Here are mine:
Honestly, I’m not sure whether I’m more “proud” or “ashamed”. I’m leaning toward “both”.
PS. When you actually do a google search for “sloth texas divorce” my blog is not even on the front page. Probably because surprise sloths made our marriage stronger. Stop jumping to conclusions, Alexa. You don’t even know us.
UPDATED ( 7 hours later): If you google “Texas sloth divorce” this blog is now actually the very first thing that pops up. Conclusion: Alexa is fucking psychic.
And in entirely unrelated news, it’s time for the weekly wrap up:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- I was a finalist in the Humor Audiobook of the Year. I lost.
- My book is on sale in Brazil. Also, google-translate thinks I’m a man.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up is sponsored by the fantastically odd novel, Can’t Buy Me Love, by Summer Kinard. It’s a story about a freegan who falls in love after finding a scrapbook in a dumpster. The story comes complete with masked female Mexican wrestlers, lemurs and miracles, awesome lesbians, a psychic Jewish grandmother, a yarn-bombing midwife, and it’s quite possibly the only romance where tacos save the day. You should probably buy it.