chickie!
I've just spent an hour (at least) on a website called My Pet Chicken It's all about, um, keeping pet chickens.
I mean seriously, LOOK AT THIS....THIS... CREATURE!
It's a chicken! It's a poodle! It's.... a CHICKAPOODLE!
So now, thanks to the wonders of the Internet, I can tell you anything you need to know about domestic chicken farming. Which is completely useless, because I live in an apartment in Brooklyn and this would drive my landlord, who already hates me, through the roof. (And he wouldn't fix it.)
P.S. The really annoying thing is that I don't know how I GOT to this website. I hate that. Sometimes I try to keep track of where I've been, for humor's sake, but I honestly get so caught up in what I'm doing that I forget. Here's what I remember.
Urbanbaby.com (don't ask), Google (vintage strollers), Google Image Search (vintage high chair), random blog (on vintage furniture), (separate window) eBay, (1/2 hour) and I'm totally not telling you what I searched for, random blog, another blog via a link from THAT blog, another blog, ANOTHER blog, wikipedia (to look up an artist featured on said blog) and... oh God, WIKIPEDIA... let's see, something about the North Pole, which led me to lutefisk, which led me to Northern Europe, which led me to wikitravel (even worse than wikipedia)... then in the other window I looked at lutefisk again, followed a link to weird ethnic foods etc., got to Century Eggs, and then somehow ended up staring at an order form for 25 baby chickens. They were like $12, too. And I swear, I almost clicked "order."
*facepalm*
I mean seriously, LOOK AT THIS....THIS... CREATURE!
It's a chicken! It's a poodle! It's.... a CHICKAPOODLE!
So now, thanks to the wonders of the Internet, I can tell you anything you need to know about domestic chicken farming. Which is completely useless, because I live in an apartment in Brooklyn and this would drive my landlord, who already hates me, through the roof. (And he wouldn't fix it.)
P.S. The really annoying thing is that I don't know how I GOT to this website. I hate that. Sometimes I try to keep track of where I've been, for humor's sake, but I honestly get so caught up in what I'm doing that I forget. Here's what I remember.
Urbanbaby.com (don't ask), Google (vintage strollers), Google Image Search (vintage high chair), random blog (on vintage furniture), (separate window) eBay, (1/2 hour) and I'm totally not telling you what I searched for, random blog, another blog via a link from THAT blog, another blog, ANOTHER blog, wikipedia (to look up an artist featured on said blog) and... oh God, WIKIPEDIA... let's see, something about the North Pole, which led me to lutefisk, which led me to Northern Europe, which led me to wikitravel (even worse than wikipedia)... then in the other window I looked at lutefisk again, followed a link to weird ethnic foods etc., got to Century Eggs, and then somehow ended up staring at an order form for 25 baby chickens. They were like $12, too. And I swear, I almost clicked "order."
*facepalm*