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Wednesday, March 26, 2003 Somewhere during the course of the day, clouds slipped quietly in and a cool rain began coming down. Not Madrid's usual weather for this time of year. And once again, the sound of helicopters prowling about has been part of the neighborhood's ambience. Kinda strange. Like being back in L.A. Or something. My day's been spent on work of one kind or another, and the time has skated right on by. All of a sudden it's nearly 6 o'clock. How the heck does that happen? So I won't be putting much of anything thoughtful (or, er, interesting) here today. Just this: One more list -- each seems to be a bit scarier than the last, don't you think? -- of recent genuine searches conducted through Google or other engines which have brought people to this web page: tall blocks quotes about clotheslines mistercrunchy forearm hair women licking themselves contortionist the roof is on fire feather duster fur coats for kids naked women body builder men who wear pantys [sic] rws 12:12 PM [+]
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