This Is What I Get For Inflicting “Xanadu” On You

I was 1,600 short of a million unique visitors for April (okay, 1,619, Mr. Literal Pants). And interestingly, visitorship yesterday was down about 1,550 from the day before. Coincidence? Or pathological aversion to Olivia Newton John? You decide.

And while you’re deciding:

Okay, seriously, that’s the last time OLJ will show up here. No, really. Today.

14 Comments on “This Is What I Get For Inflicting “Xanadu” On You”

  1. Are we feeling the need to feel the “BURN”. I know my ears are with that song.

    If you really need to get physical, have Krissy chase you around with the bat, now there’s motivation….

    To reach the magic number maybe you need to add MORE pictures of the lol cats ???????

  2. Any pictures of Cody and the cats?

    ya know…”getting physical” (groan)….I really hate that song. But your the one that put it up for ridicule…. so SUFFER…

    I know that I hit your site at least 90 times last month if not more….insomnia does that to some…

    Have a Good day :~)

  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, fan of boobs

    This surprises you? You brought it on yourself, Mr. Unique Visits Whore. My father’s sergeant in the army always said, “Wake up with a song in your head, don’t share it. Especialy if you want your unique visits count to stay high.”

    Hell Yeah, he said that in 1958!!! You bet your bippy!

  4. I’m sure I’m in the minority, but I’ve been an ELO fan since way back, and I rather enjoyed that little trip back to 80s kitsch.

    Thanks from me :)

  5. I don’t know what sort of prize you win for breaking one million, but I don’t appreciate you posting videos that objectify men like that. Shame on you and ONJ.

  6. Okay, that’s really funny how the buffed guys leave hand-in-hand and she ends up grabbing one of the overweight guys as a racquetball partner.

  7. Active content is blocked for me, so I can only assume from the comments that this is “Physical”. If so, I am definitely going to watch this when I get home. You can feel free to inflict ONJ on me anytime.

    As I told my wife “when I saw this video, I definitely knew that I wanted to do SOMETHING with Olivia Newton-John, I just wasn’t sure what that was.”

    I think I have it figured out, now.

  8. hell, if you’re looking for a few more hits this month, I’m sure there’s several people that read your blog that would love to send you traffic. I for one would be delighted to!

    Only problem is, I run a ‘randomly found on the internet’ picture blog, so unless you start posting pictures of cats with bacon on them….oh wait.

  9. Dude, this is a science fiction site. If you’re going to post a Xanadu video it had better be Rush’s “Xanadu”. Know thy audience.

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