Hmm, either my post about how to foil StatCounter was very well received and its instructions widely implemented, or I did something to cause 2/3 of my readership to suddenly decide to spend their free time elsewhere. The reduction in recorded visitors to Cthulhu is my Copilot have diminished quite considerably and at a staggering rate.
Being a pessimist by nature, I automatically assume the latter, so for those of you who still deign to hang around these murky waters, here's a vulgar cephalopod joke:
A man walks into a bar with an octopus under his arm. He sets the octopus on a stool next to him and declares: "This is an amazing octopus! I'll bet anyone in this bar $50 that this octopus can play any instrument set in front of it!"
Of course, everyone in the bar is incredulous and they start mocking him. He restates his assertion and soon a guy from the house band brings a guitar up to the man. The octopus takes hold of the guitar and starts jamming away, better than Jimi Hendrix. Baffled at what he's just seen, the guitarist gives the man $50. Next, the band's trumpet player brings up a trumpet. The octopus grabs the trumpet and starts expertly playing a piece by Dizzy Gillespie and soon another $50 changes hands. Then a giant Scotsman steps up with some bagpipes. The octopus picks up the bagpipes for a minute and, looking a little puzzled, sets them down again.
"Can't you play the bagpipe?" asked the Scotsman.
"Play it?" replied the octopus, "I'm gonna fuck it as soon as I figure out how to get its pajamas off."