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Good News For People Who Like Bad News

Sarah alerted me to the fact that I misspelled Nickelback in my Sucks/Rocks post. I felt dumb, but for ever so briefly because it is Nickelback after all and who really gives a shit anyways. (Wendy is going to smack me in the mouth the next time I see her.) Then I shook off the dumb and rejoiced, because I figured I could do another search and they’d be sitting in their rightful place, somewhere above death by self-immolation but below unidentified yellow discharge. Sadly: this was totally not the case.

[Insert graphic of Suck/Rocks Nickelback rating here. For the time being, you'll just have to trust me that they come in around 8.4 or so. We performed the search the other day, but I've tried it today (about eight minutes ago) and the site is still thinking about it. I think it's going, "That can't be right. Must rerun search. It's the same?!? Re-run! Wha? Run again. Again! AGAIN!"]

What can I say? There’s no accounting for the taste of the general public.

And for the record, I didn’t just pull this site out of the ether. I forgot to give props to Metafilter for this sweet find. So: Metafilter—props.

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Anonymous said…
You have taken the art of wasting time to a new level.

Kudos to you, my friend.

Kudos.
9:38 am
Jay said…
Well, if you're going to misspell something, you sure did pick a good one.
2:12 pm
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