Does the elevator know that when I get on and press the button for my floor a hundred times quickly that I’m in a hurry and want the doors to close immediately or does the elevator think that a hundred are all getting on in rapid succession and all want to go to the same place and it’d better keep the doors open so they can all get in safely.
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I’ve been reviewing and tinkering with a few stats and analysis programs to see when or if people are actually reading this blog and I found out… you are!
That’s pretty cool.
Here are some interesting factoids:
22 people subscribe to this site via Facebook’s Network Blog tool thing.
15 people subscribe to receive e-mail notifications about new postings.
Despite Russian spam and ads for Canadian drugs… I have no readers in either country.
My domestic readership looks like this (based on traffic this week):
41% from Maryland (Rockville, Princess Anne)
30% from Virginia (Bristow, Arlington, Herndon, Winchester, Charlottesville)
6% from Iowa (West Des Moines)
6% from Utah (Salt Lake City – ISP: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints… that was a surprise)
5% from North Carolina (Wendell, Winston Salem)
3% from Washington (Seattle)
3% from California (Mountain View)
2% from Arizona (Tucson)
2% from South Carolina (Beaufort)
2% from Oregon (Portland)
Thank each and every one of you for your readership. I do this because I enjoy doing so. One day it would be nice if I could ever make a career out of it, but right now it’s just for fun. As always, if you enjoy reading the nonsense I make up here, please tell your friends about the site. If you hate it, please tell your enemies. If you’ve got a web site and feel so moved, a link would be awesome. If you want me to link to your site in return, I can do that.
But most of all, keep reading.
Also, next week… I’m awarding a prize to a dedicated reader. Is it you? Maybe. Odds are probably not… but maybe. What is the prize? A free car? A year’s supply of Valvoline? A coupon for buy-one-get-one-free dental fillings? An old biscuit? All of the above in a wicker basket wrapped in foil? Who knows?
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