Friday Funspot

There's a place near where my parents lived in New Hampshire called "Fun Spot." It is a fairly shabby arcade that mixes some of the newer video game novelties (I don't know what these would be) with some old standbys (e.g., arcade golf) plus has candle-pin bowling. It might also have bingo, if memory serves.

My favorite thing about the place, though, isn't its name (though I do enjoy it), but its divinely inspired, almost-too-clever-for-itself tagline:

Fun Spot - "The Spot for Fun*"

Not kidding.

Anyway.

I intend to continue with the Friday Trend of posting random search results and/or other ridiculousness from my week that come with visual aids (whatever format they may take, be it diagram, photo, or -- if you can believe it and I can get it to work -- video).

That's right. Video. Possibly. Right here at the Fun Spot. The Spot for Fun.



*Do understand this inspired a bevy of similar-yet-adolescent-boy phrases from Ish, who, upon reading this entry walked around saying things like, "pot hole - the hole for pot" "douche bag - the bag for douche" and "corn hole - the hole for corn" and then chuckling quietly to himself**.

**To himself because I did not find them half so amusing.

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I think it would be fair to assume that at this point, my search results wouldn't need much commentary. They are practically spit-worthy on their own. You know?

On the other hand, I can't very well say nothing.

Because this is like, the fifth time this week my blog has been visited by someone hoping to learn about the Hip Hugger, which is a strip bar in Kokomo, Indiana. Where possibly (probably) at least one of ElG's exes works. I find it hard to believe that anyone seeking information about a strip bar in Kokomo, Indiana will find much about my blog of consequence, but who knows.

And speaking of naked women -- do we think that the "women nudity and gyms" searcher is the same person as the "nude women ymca locker room" searcher? I didn't think to look. Regardless, um. I'm not judging those who want to go looking for naked women in a locker room (is anyone surprised by this?) it's that I'm a bit surprised by the specificity. Not just any locker room would do, I guess. Perhaps the searcher thinks that the women at the Y are maybe more "accessible" than those in expensive gyms? Perhaps I should stop wondering about this.

Does horseradish expire?

Note: for those of you who have asked, I use StatCounter as my data source. It's easy, free, and fairly extensive.

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I wanted to bring you this update to the absurd pigeon-ridding challenge at my BART station.

Note that there are two pigeons just hanging out, one especially close to the green speaker, and neither of them care that blaring-scary-jungle-bird yelps are emitting from it.



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Finally, we come to the point of the post wherein I try and post useless video.

Video of the man who plays violin at my BART station but does not actually know how to play the violin. You can see the enthusiasm with which he attacks his notes. Watch as his dreadlocks sway with his rythmic slashings. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to get a good shot of his face without him noticing.

I wouldn't want to be rude.




Note: my camera didn't do a good job of recording the sound. There IS sound, but it's squeaky, and usually just results in some pitch-gets-higher, pitch-gets-lower scale-like thing. You can KIND of hear it if you turn your speakers WAY up, but the result is still pretty lame. Hopefully you get the idea.

Enjoy! If it works!