Holy Naked Duckhunting Girls, Batman!

Okay, I got a couple of disturbing search requests yesterday. By disturbing search requests, I mean someone typed an odd search request into Google, my site showed up as a possible answer to that search, and said someone decided to visit my site as a result of that search request. Some are so disturbing that I wouldn’t even mention them here, lest I continue to draw in freaks and weirdos. The phrases sought do not, as a rule, appear all of a piece in my weblog, but Google finds them nonetheless. (I’ll confess to use of the phrase “Parisian whore,” in a now-forgotten discussion of Henry Miller, but that’s less disturbing than colorful. By modern standards of perversion, that’s an old Toulouse-Latrec sort of Google. A Google-Latrec, if you will.) And if these are disturbing but interesting, I’ll post them over at Disturbing Search Requests, a repository of such arcana for the desperately bored. (As mentioned previously, the Tour de France is over, and I have no clue what to do of an evening.)

Yesterday, there were two such searches. One was for “Lance Armstrong wife lonely,” which is disturbing in the sense that, in the spirit of fair play that pervades bike racing, one should not be scouring the web for information on whether Lance’s wife is lonely anytime around the Tour. The only use for such information would be to make a move on her, and that would just be wrong. It’s also disturbing that someone thought my site was worth a look. I can provide no insight into his domestic life; I’ve got my own glass house, thank you.

The other was an expansion on a previous disturbing search request, by adding “naked” to the already odd “duckhunting girls”. On Yahoo, mine was the only site that came up. The searcher came to my site anyway. Then I posted this odd search at Disturbing, hoping perhaps someone could enlighten me. What is it with duckhunting girls? It is a band, a movie, or what? Well, today my site was inundated by people who wanted to learn more about naked duckhunting girls.

I mean, I know I’m sick, but I didn’t know so many other people were…