Hello Berkeley! Hey Belize! I can see your ISPs!

Actually, there are no ISPs from Belize visiting the Pirate Dog's blog. Unfortunately.

But, maybe with Belize in the  title of a Pirate Dog post, someone FROM Belize will Google "Belize" + "chihuahua poets," and find us. Then, Rico and I will have a cool, new pen pal who offers her beach front home for the first annual "Pirate Dog Belize" conference. It could happen. Someone from Oklahoma City googled "Nyquil" + "Redbull" + "vodka" and found us. I suspect the "Pirate Dog Oklahoma City" Conference may not be appropriate for all pirate dogs.

I'll keep you posted on my quest for Belize, though.

Actually, I wrote that title for this reason: Recently, I acquired statcounter.com, a free service that shows me who Pirate Dog's lurky little pals are, you know, beside those of you I'm lurking back ... and/or related to ... and/or just plain love. Hi Mom. Dad. David. Annie. Uncle Charlie (at both his SC and Berkeley estates). LB. VA. Herb. Mara. JWo. Atlanta-person (Google Search: "Willamette" + "Dammit"). I can seeeeee you.

I just wrote "Belize" because "Tucson Medical Center" doesn't rhyme with "ISPs." Plus, it plays havoc with my iambic pentameter.

See, though none of my well-intended lurkers works for Tucson Medical Center, in two days, I've had more visits from that corporate entity than from my entire family-o-freaks combined. Hm. Shouldn't you be working down there, finding a cure for turquoise poisoning or something?

Now. If you're lurky and friendly, I sure would like it if you'd follow rebel-Herb's lead and comment now and again. LB, VA, JWo, I appreciate that you, too, have dipped your collective toes in the comment pool.

I know you got it in ya. My sweet daddy sent all manner of helpful Lawrence Welk websites to my email address yesterday, in response to my post. I can use his research and all new fun facts in chapter two of my Lawrence Welk saga: "Revenge of the Champagne Ladies." I'll bet you all would have enjoyed having that resource made available to you, too. That's the beauty of a blog. It's the sharing.

Of course, I want you to visit--even if you don't want to comment. However. As I have committed to posting regularly, I cannot allow poor Herb to bear the burden of entertaining me alone. He's got his own hungry, yet hilarious blogbeast to feed.

Tucson, please stop.

The rest of you, throw a bone to your writergirl and her tiny buccaneer pal. Or, you know. Don't. I'll still love you, naturally.

And now, back to our program ...

"Belize. Belize. Belize." She said, in an attempt to improve her Google search rankings for the convenience of our future Belizean pen pal/hostess. "Belize." Oh, and you aren't a family-o-freaks. I just like how it sounds and nicely folds in those of you who aren't actually, legally related.

"Belize!"

Comments

[Jwo]

Ok, I will be first to post today! First! Loved yesterday's feature on Lawrence Welk. I remember the 'tiny bubble's song - does that ring a bell? We used to be forced to watch while visiting Grandma and Grandpa at their cottage in the Poconos every summer. My sister and I hated the show and used to mock it. Grandma let us know in no uncertain terms - Lawrence Welk was off limits for negative commentary or feedback of any kind. Good times, good times! Happy Friday again!

[Shawna]

Congratulations! You are now registered for our "Pirate Dog Belize" Conference, and will receive a free "I heart Rico" t-shirt for being first.

[Lisa]

Meant to comment yesterday on the LW post. Being raised by the odd combo cowboy cop & and hippie lesbo mom, we never watched Lawrence Welk. I'm sure it conflicted with Bonanza or Adam 12 or offended the "War is not healthy for children and other living things" poster on the wall.

But - it was more revered than Sesame Street by Mara when she was little. We "adults" always wanted to know the "real" Lawrence Welk story. Like who's buried in the closet, etc. So if you've got access to good tabloid-quality dirt, please, please, share!

Oh, and hello Belize!

[Herb]

I love Stat Counter. The wonderfully weird search terms people use to find my site are worthy of a blog to themselves.

My favorite this week: "Bar Mitzvah Nipple"

Not to get too pedantic, I believe they meant "Bat Mitzvah Nipple", since Bars are for Jewish 13 year old boys and Bats are for girls.

Should I forward the ISP to Chris Hansen and Dateline NBC for further investigation?

[Shawna]

LB, my mention of the Mexican singer was actually for you and Mara ... I know she's a fan.

Herb, my semi-Semitic heritage hasn't yielded exposure to Bar (or Bat) Mitzvah Nipples. Clearly, I've been sheltered. Is it a drink ... or an opportunity for Jewish boys to feel better about the bris?

Mattthews is busy hating Hillary. I believe my little problem has solved itself.

[Lisa]

Yes, we loved the chica gringa.

Feel compelled to mention here - I was a Bat and my nipples were silent partners only in the whole dog and pony show. My Torah portion was about Justice - no nipples mentioned. Don't even know what the hebrew word for nipple would be...

[Herb]

The Hebrew word for breasts is shadayaim. I Googled "Hebrew word for nipples", surely making someone's day if their site uses stat counter.

Bar and Bat Mitzvah nipples are seldom seen considering we enter adulthood at age 13 in the Jewish faith. They really should update the rules since. Great advances have been made in life expectancy rates in the last couple hundred years.

My Bar Mitzvah was sans nipples, but it was no completely devoid of nudity. Oy gevalt!

http://www.herburban.com/?p=462

Ok, I'll get back to work and stop being a comment hog.

[Bonnie]

Waving hello from the shores of Lake Michigan even though my dynamic ISP resolves to some really strange places. Last week I was from a city. Next time it changes I could be from BFE.