I bid you, my dear readers, welcome. Should your gracious disposition allow a moment spared to indulge my foolery, hear me, then, patiently and intently, of my confession. I, who stand before you, am a Stat whore. Yes, truly, I tell thee, I am. I am a one who seeks a messianic figure to touch him, to cleanse him, and thus redeemed from his atrocious sin, a sin of wanting attention, of wanting...friends. Oh, verily, I tell thee, on this day of days, this dreary, rainy day (actually, it was yesterday, but who cares? It’s my blog), I went to sitemeter.com. A daily religious ritual performed reverently (that’s kind of redundant, innit?) to see who
What was the point of this post?
Oh yeah, I remember. Sitemeter.com. Well, ever since I started tracking the visitation numbers since April of this year, I saw the numbers climb steadily, like a little engine that could. And finally, yester morn, when the hour hand rested between 10 and 11, with the minute hand lingering on 43, and the second hand swinging by 1, I had my 2,000th visitor! This reader hails from Reading, PA, and, although I do not know what search words or phrase he/she used that led him/her to me, this lucky reader had the pleasure of reading this for about, I don’t know, approximately 0 seconds before venturing off.
Hold it! Wait. Do my ears deceive me? Am I hearing myself clearly? Am I being a tad ungrateful for this abundant, long-lasting attention my blog has had and is receiving?
Fuck Yeah!
No, in all seriousness, I am constantly amazed by this medium. It just blows my mind that there are people out there, who come to visit my page, sometimes repeatedly, to read what I have to say. And it’s not like I post “gratuitous” pictures, like this one:
(I had to, everyone else was doing it!)So, in conclusion, on this dreariest of rainy days (we’ve had no reprieve for about a week from Mother Nature’s on-going onslaught), I bow to you all, humbled, and resolutely exclaim my heart’s unending gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Thank you.”
(Exits Stage)
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