Showing posts with label Gatorade scientist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gatorade scientist. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2008

There are lies, damned lies

and statistics. Inspired by Inflatable Elvis -- and powered by Statcounter -- here is a list of what people are searching for when they stumble across this blog:

Biggest hitter: Ralph Wiggum in '08
If you want hits on your blog, mention Ralph Wiggum.

Misinformation: Inuktitut
I have had searches for "say good morning in inuktitut" "inuit word for poop" "how do you say thank you in inuktitut"

Gatorade Scientists: World Juniors
Two different searches, one for the world juniors, and another for the ads

Piano Man: Piano Bar at the Top of the world
Someone looking for "piano bars in kent" found Kent talking about the piano at the Eureka Weather Station... hope they liked it, I liked writing it

Welcome to the Future: Bender
"bite my shiny metal x video"

and the Award for "The Strangest Search to End up at my Blog" goes to:
"gatorade charles manson"

I defy you to combine those into some sort of reasonable thought.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Gatorade Scientist?

What medical qualifications do you need to be a "Gatorade Scientist"?

Every year, I watch the World Junior Hockey Championships. Every year, they run Gatorade commercials -- featuring teenagers who are prohibited from being paid for their valuable commercial contribution -- that feature "Gatorade Scientists", talking about the importance of hydration.

Water is better. Noooooooooo, Gatorade is better. Water sucks, it really really sucks. Tackling fuel.