Friday, February 12, 2010

Say hello to your new Big Brother.

I don't know why people keep telling me that they are "stalking" me by reading this blog. That was the point of my writing it...for people to read. These are not my innermost thoughts. My innermost thoughts are WAAAAAAAAAAAAY more boring. They sound something like this:

"Dear Diary: The locker room in the gym smells like poo. It's terrible. Chicken sandwich was good today. Put ranch on it."

That's why this thing is public. To encourage me not to talk about my chicken sandwiches. Which, was pretty good.

But anyway, no need to worry about whether or not you are stalking me, for I am stalking you right on back. PHEW! That feels good to get off my chest. See, I finally started to track my blog last week and I have found so many ways to interpret my visitors, it’s taken internet time wasting to a whole new level for me.

I mean, mostly I don't know who you are because all it tells me is the city you are in, and then a bunch of other pretty useless facts. Unless, that is, you were wondering just what version of Javascript most people have. Because I've got some cold hard facts about that. But obviously I don't have your names or email addresses. Because then any website could know those things. And if that were true, every time you went to, you'd start getting emails about legalizing marijuana.

I do like that I can clock you by city, though. Because sometimes I know who you are. Well, rarely. But my big sister is (I’m pretty sure) the only one who lives in her town. I think it’s just her, the hubs, Libby, and the cat. So I know when she reads my blog.

Mostly, I get excited when I DON'T know who you are. Who cares if Hannah reads my blog? Not me! (Just kidding, Hannah. I care.) But someone out there in Kentucky is reading me and I can’t figure out who--yet I love you regardless. I've even got international readers! Someone in England from Warwick, Warwickshire looked at my blog once! Of course, I mostly share that because COME ON. That’s like being from Yemen Road, Yemen. That is a made up place, my friends.

Also, occasionally, Canadians read my blog and it makes me nervous. Am I proving to them that Americans are lazy, uncultured, embarrassing idiots? Or am I showing them our negative side?

Zzzzzing. Kidding.

There is one way to analyze things which consistently manages to blow my mind, and that is by "referral," or, the website that people clicked on to get to my blog. And almost always this is either Facebook or "unknown" so it really does nothing. But then sometimes it's a total mystery that makes no sense!! One time, someone got to my blog from an Always Sunny episode on Hulu. What? I mean, I'm flattered to be somehow connected to the magic of Danny DeVito, but I just don't understand how this happened. Which could also be because I don't understand computers.

Anyway, I just thought you all aught to know, there is mutual stalking going on. So feel free to read. Especially you, visitor #685 from Allendale, Michigan with the Mac OSX whose monitor has a resolution of 1280 x 800.


Liketohike said...

Ooh! Then maybe I shouldn't comment so someone from my town with a diff compy will confuse and flabbergast you! But it's just me with a new PC. I'm a PC and Windows 7 was my idea.

keithpotts said...

When things show up from Boston MA, you know that's me. Rest assured.

Also, there's a good chance that it was me who got to you after the Always Sunny episode. I frequent to catch up on that show and then I have your blog bookmarked, so I probably just clicked on it once the episode was over.

Mystery solved... Unless it wasn't me... ?

Liketohike said...

Also, your post about Yemen Street, Yemen reminded me: The RD of my freshman dorm was married to an Israeli man whose address growing up was something like #1 Bethlehem Street, Bethlehem, Israel. She didn't believe him at first.

Abbey said...

The Canadians may be me. I stalk via my phone and my blackberry is convinced I live in Canada. I have no idea how to persuade it otherwise.

And you have no idea who I am, I found you through your cupcake/mustache partner in crime. :)

Kristin said...

you clearly got some boston love coming your way, lady! also, i may or may not have read large portions of the bible blogs aloud to a large group of friends who were over at my house a few weekends ago ... good times were had. :)

Emily said...

Oh, Kristin, you're my favorite favorite.

Kristin said...

feeling's mutual. :)