The 4 O’clock Alarm

A man and a woman were fast asleep in bed. Suddenly, at 4 O’clock in the morning, a resounding noise came from outside. The woman, sort of bewildered, jumped up and yelled, “Oh no! That must be my husband!”

Panicked and naked, the man leaped from the bed. After grabbing his shirt and trousers, he jumped out the window, smashed onto the ground, picked himself up and went straight through a thorn bush, and made a made dash to his car.

A few minutes later the front door opened, and the man was standing there, panting hard, with dirt and scratches all over him. He yelled at the woman coming down the stairs, “I’M your husband, you mad cow!”

With a cynical smirk the woman looked at him and said, “Maybe so, but why were you so keen on running?”

The Mexican Invasion

The US Coast Guard was out patrolling in the gulf of Mexico when they spotted a small boat speeding towards the Texas shoreline. They decided to intercept the vessel to determine what they were up to. On board, they discovered three Mexicans.

“So what are you three doing heading towards the US?” asked the captain.

“We’re here to invade and take over the United States,” the three amigos replied.

The captain laughed, “Just you three?”

“Actually, we’re the last three,” said one of the Mexicans. “The other 12 million of us are already in your country.”

The Doctor’s News

The doctor emerged from the operating room and approached a man in the waiting area.

“I’m afraid I have some very bad news concerning your mother’s condition,” informed the doctor.

“Actually,” replied the man, “she’s my mother-in-law.”

“Well in that case,” said the doctor, “I have some excellent news.”

Sunday, February 5, 2017


It went from bad to worse.

It shouldn’t really matter. I mean, I really like running this site, no matter how many people visit on a regular basis… but the analytics were still off by a lot more than I expected.

It’s mainly attacks from server farms, China, Russia, Ukraine, and various other hackers who routinely visit the site in order to scan for security weaknesses. It made the site appear to have more visitors than it actually did. I added some new rules to the htaccess file in order to bail them overboard so I could see truer numbers. The results were a little disheartening.

First of all, I should mention what I did. I added a few simple lines to the .htaccess file that redirected any visitor who snoops around wp-login or wp-config to google.com. That was it. For some reason my stat counter considers these valid visits when they obviously aren’t. The htaccess redirect prevents them from ever actually reaching this site.

The good news is that after redirecting those obvious bots, the number of visitors is not zero. Real people actually come here, and some of you come here on a fairly regular basis. Thanks for that. It means a lot, and I appreciate your choosing Flush Twice.

The bad news is, the numbers are embarrassingly low, and if you take away the people who googled “Ginger Jokes”, it gets even lower still. The total number of visits from actual humans is currently under fifty per day. All things considered it’s really not that bad, as it always appears to be over thirty.

Back in its heyday, Flush Twice was getting over 500 uniques per day. That may sound like bullshit, but back then, there weren’t as many cool websites to visit, and I was able to plug this site in forums. Today, plugging a site on a forum can get you banned or doxed, so I’m not taking any chances. Also, people have a lot more choices and slicker marketing campaigns targeting them. Small, independent sites like Flush Twice get shoved to the side, and nearly forgotten.

You also have to take into consideration that many internet users hang out on Twitter, Facebook. Pintrest, YouTube, and other heavyweight sites. They don’t have any incentive to venture out from their walled gardens, and so they don’t. Strangely, even when a heavyweight site noticeably increases their agitation level, they still won’t leave it. (I know this because I had to kick my own unhealthy addiction to reddit.)

But you came here today, and for that I thank you.

Pax,

-f2x

PS: In case you noticed (which I doubt, but still…) I changed the category for these asides from “News” to “Sunday Rant”. It should be fairly obvious as to why: It’s not really news, I’m usually ranting, and except for about three posts, they’re always on a Sunday. So there you have it. If you were thinking, “Hey did it always say ‘Sunday Rant’?”, it’s not your mind playing tricks, I really did change it.

The Cafe Kerfuffle

An Indian walked into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of manure in the other.

He said to the man behind the counter, “Me want coffee.”

With a smile the man said, “Sure chief, coming right up.”

After getting a tall mug of coffee, the Indian drank it down in one gulp. Immediately following, he threw the bucket of manure into the air and blasted it with the shotgun. While everyone ducked for cover, the Indian just walked out.

The next morning the Indian returned. He had his shotgun in one hand and a bucket of manure in the other. He walked up to the counter and said, “Me want coffee”.

The man behind the counter said, “Whoa, Tonto. We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. Would you mind telling us what that was that all about, anyway?”

The Indian smiled and proudly said, “Me in training for upper management. Come in, drink coffee, shoot the shit, then disappear for rest of day.”

Sea Signals

On a dark and foggy night, the captain saw a light dead ahead on a collision course with his ship.

The captain had his signalman send: “Change your course ten degrees east.”

The light signaled back: “Change yours, ten degrees west.”

Angry, the captain had the signalman send: “I’m a Navy captain! Change your course, sir!”

“I’m a seaman, second class,” came the reply. “Change your course, sir.”

Now the captain is furious: “I’m a battleship! I’m not changing course!”

The seaman sent one final reply: “I’m a lighthouse. Your call.”

Stopped for Swerving

A police officer pulled over a man who had been weaving in and out of the lanes. He went up to the window and said, “Sir, I need you to blow into this breathalyzer tube.”

The man said, “Sorry officer I can’t do that. I am an asthmatic. If I do that I’ll have a really bad asthma attack.”

“Okay, fine,” said the officer, who was being more than reasonable. “I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample.”

“I can’t do that either,” said the man. “I am a hemophiliac. If I do that, I’ll bleed to death.”

Annoyed, but determined to remain reasonable the officer said, “Alright then I need you to come out here and walk this white line.”

“I can’t do that, officer,” came the response.

“And why not?” he asked.

“Because I’m too drunk.”