I am a huge egotist when it comes to my hit counter. Not in the way that I feel superior to anyone or anything. No, it’s more like I wanna know who is stopping by my little corner of the web. So, I check my site meter kinda regularly to see where I am getting hits from , how frequently, and for how long.
I’ll tell you a secret. I discovered from my post “Sty in the Eye” that a more provocative title or even what would be a popular set of search words would yield more hits, thusly making me feel better about both my writing and my subject matter. That is why I have such awesome titles with such lame content. I expend all of my cool-hippness energy on the title and save none for the rest of my blog. Much like the music industry. That is why this blog only appeals to my closest friends…and some wayward blog travelers, who are usually lost, bored, or looking for some pictures to gank.
This brings me to you Mr. or Mrs. (and to a lesser degree Ms.) Murfreesboro, Tennessee. Yes, I know you have been hitting my site every day for like the last week and reading an unhealthy amount of halfassery. And yes, if you are sitting in front of your computer in Murfreesboro, Tennessee and wondering to yourself, “is he talking to me?“ the answer is yes, you are the one I am writing to. I love that you are hitting my page, don’t get me wrong. More power to you. I just want to know who you are and for you to maybe leave one little tiny comment. In fact you can simply copy/paste this comment:
Wow, what an awesome blog. You sir have an awesome blog. I too have an awesome blog or not. Boy, you sure are a card. I even appreciate your sporadic use of comas, and endearing misspellings. Well, I have to run (got other blogs to check out) I’ll bee reading your stuff tomorrow for at least 15-20 minutes. Keep up the mediocre work. ; ) winky smiley
See? That isn’t so hard. I just feel that if I am providing you with up to four hours of entertainment or insult (however you take my material) that you should just drop me a courtesy how-dee-do. That’s all. However if you are totally uncomfortable with the idea or you are fingerless or just painfully shy then no worry’s just keep coming by, there will be plenty more quasi-sophisticate, sophomoric, half assed opinions for you to read. Oh, and hey Murfreesboro, Tennessee…this post’s for you. <--Sung to the Budweiser ad theme.