Rock porn is its own fetish category, as in rock and roll, at least I hope. Other little tidbits that can be gleaned from the right set of words that accidentally land people in my pile of rocks is that if men in the middle eastern Muslim countries got more sex the world might be a whole lot better off. They really should reconsider how they treat their women. It might help.
The google and the site meter certainly open a window into the weirdness out there in the world. They come looking for porn only to find a snake in the grass.
I still don't know what "six big rocks" was about. That search appears to have ended. A search maybe to see if a book title or band name was already taken?
I do know that in this odd constellation of rockishness, this most recent rock slide on I-40 has the NCDOT saying that both west bound lanes will be closed for at least two weeks while they clean up the mess.
Me, I need to get down there in the crease of the sunny utility valley and get all my new piles of rocks cleaned out of there before the Lush comes back.
I-40 being closed means traffic on the scenic byway is going to be a bit heavier for a while. I got the place all tidied up just in time to be a featured roadside rock attraction on the detour route. I should probably get out there and cut down all the dead dried sticks of the perennials around the roadside vegetable garden too. I can show off my woodchip mulch.
"Look mama. There's a crazy man out there in the middle of winter hauling rocks."
Yep, that's me.