In honor of Carpetblog's 50,000th hit, likely to come TODAY, and in lieu of a generous prize for the 50,000th visitor, let's take a look at some fun Carpetblog factlets.
First of all, welcome to the 49,756 of you who came looking for these two photos:
BOOBIES
I love how I made that woman look short and fat by manipulating the size of the image. That's how I felt for a whole year in Kyiv.
SORRY, NO BOOBIES FOR YOU.
Here are some recent Google searches for which Carpetblog comes up in the top five or so (remember that many of these come from Google.com.es, Google.com.pt, Google.com.mx and Google.com.ca. Your results may vary). It seems people spend a lot of time on the internets looking for boobies.
- Tight skirt with fishnets stiletto hills
- Rats in the washing machine
- Ukraine boobies
- How to drink without getting drunk
- Indian samaya porn
- Dressing slutty
- Devushka
- hammam Baku sex
I think I firmly established the Carpetblog brand as the "wikipedia of slutty dressing." Lately, it looks like I have begun to rework the brand to become the "wikipedia of gross food." Probably, I won't get so many hits from people looking for half-clothed Ukie girls.
Actually, I really liked your take on Devushkas. I related to it - from Baku (Fountain Square - Sundays) standpoint. But, I also like your, "I try it so you don't have to" columns as well - perhaps you could combine the two?
Posted by: vagabondblogger | March 28, 2007 at 10:22 PM
How exactly did "Rats in washing machine" bring people to the Carpetblogger? Guess it's one way to pass the time in Turkey.
Posted by: case | March 30, 2007 at 06:48 PM
I forget, case, that not everyone has been reading from the beginning. For the back story on rats in the washing machine, explore the "vermin" category to the left. Also, I added a helpful link.
Posted by: carpetblogger | March 30, 2007 at 08:59 PM
All is clear. I proceed to marvel at the variety of unfortunate situations Carpetblogger finds herself in.
However, hear this: rat pellets are for poseurs! The real rat master is Monsieur Fix-Eet, the building concierge of my last flat in Brussels. He assured myself and Mrs Case that the only effective way to rid a building of rats was to do as follows:
1) get an old steel drum
2) find your rat and catch it with unsquemish disregard for your own personal safety, indulging in a wide range of entertaining Tom and Jerry style antics with a hoover nozzle
3) deposit rat in barrel, and douse thoroughly with some form of cheap hydrocarbon-based accelerant
4) smoke cigarette whilst contemplating fate of rat
5) flick cigarette in barrel
Monsieur Fix-Eet assured us that the awful screaming of a baking rat would cause other rodents to pack up and leave. Alas, his astonishingly cruel strategy failed. Undeterred, he opted for a more humane option ... slow drying glue and a potato masher!
Those were the days.
Posted by: case | April 02, 2007 at 10:35 PM