It pains me to report that the communicatrix, a.k.a. "That Boneheaded Idiot," lost an entire post's worth of searches while getting all fancy-pants with the transfer of items from Entourage holding pen to TypePad publishing glory. However, in the spirit of making delightful, refreshing beverages from sour, inedible fruits, she is using her anger-turned-inwards to craft a newer, better post...in 5/7/5 meter.
That's right, cats & kitties, this Friday, "Searches" is rockin' that most time-honored of poetic forms, the haiku*.
Read 'em and weep. Or whatever else the spirit moves you to do...
"A Hero Ain't Nothin' But An Order of Freedom Fries"
"There Are No Free Lunches, Pal"
"The Secret of Life"
"Ode on Harriet the Spy"
*All poems made from ACTUAL SEARCHES landing people at communicatrix.com. Search engines (in parentheses) are provided for authentication purposes only, and do not count toward syllabic allotment. Some punctuation has been added for reasons of aesthetics/humor/caprice.