October 01, 2004

It's like those bumsdifferently-domiciled gentlemen who just cut the crap and hold up signs like, "Why lie? I need a beer"

I used part of your kind and generous donations to buy this. And I ain't sorry. You think you can take me, college boy?!?

Speaking of people of odor... I told you about all the lonely dudes Googling for "Evangeline Lilly" and coming upon my page (get it?). Well, lately I'm also noticing an unusual amount of traffic from people searching for my name. The best I can figure, they heard about this hilarious guy on the Interent and they want to see for themselves just how wrong their friends are. Hey, a hit is a hit is a hit. And it made me think of another way you can help spread the word in "meatspace":

Write my URL on the forehead of a sleeping hobo! A lot of homeless folks don't have dependable Web access (librarians think they're better than everybody else), but it might be fun anyway. You could even become part of the Lore of the Alleyway Ambassadors! "Remember the night Ol' Drawbridge awoke to find hisself a walkin' Web ad? Tip your hat for 'em, DB!" Don't you want to add a little mystery and wonder to the life of some jaded, world-weary juicehead? Yes. Carve your name on the Halls of Eternity, my friends! Well, my name.

Posted by Jim Treacher at October 1, 2004 10:16 AM