Someone found a post yesterday on What I Ate for Lunch and Why by searching:

“i ate a ham sandwich too fast”

Sucks. Totally sucks. And I’ve totally been there.

Someone found a post on What I Ate for Lunch and Why today by searching:

italian butter cookies

Those are really a terrible treat, especially the ones held together by jelly. I hope the one time I ate them in the last 574 days was helpful.

Someone found Theory . Culture by searching:

dancing crotch

Well, that’s one search you can do, I guess…

Someone found Theory . Culture when searching the following:

adriana lima fucking no ha muerto

This is proof that Georges Bataille faked his death and is in fact now using Google.

Someone found Theory . Culture with the following:

john edwards bare crotch

Not sure if I should file this one under “There Is Something For Everyone” or “There Is No Accounting For Taste.” Either way, I’m pleased to announce that no pictures of John Edwards’ crotch – bare or coverd – are to be found on Theory . Culture.

Someone found Theory . Culture by searching:

lesbian shoes and footwear

Not sure what to say, except that this is just an interesting search for which Theory . Culture is no help, but probably should be. Something to work on.

Someone found a post on What I Ate for Lunch And Why today by searching:

swallowed a plastic spoon

I hope they swallowed it horizontally, with the round part sticking out of their neck. Ouch.

Someone found Theory . Culture by searching:

transgender junk in the trunk

Seems like a reasonable request, though Theory . Culture is probably not the most helpful site. Alas. There are limits to both Google.com and blogs about cultural theory.

Somebody found Theory . Culture today with the search:

exposing coyote crotch

Just when I feel myself committed to the idea that there should be a place for every sort of person in this world, I read a search line like that. And think there are limits to my idealism.

Today, someone found What I Ate For Lunch And Why by searching:

“terriaki chicken sandwich red robin”

Reading my mind, reading my mind.