I don't get many visitors, a notorious deterrent to consistent updating. And of the ones I do get, even less have come to stay and read.
But fear not, my imagined reader, this is not about to become some boo-hoo-where-are-you-I-quit shit, this is some "how the fuck did these people get here?" shit, brought to you by sitemeter.
1. "nemesis black stone"; Kilkenny, Ireland — I picture a leprechaun, concerned by rumors of an Irish kryptonite. Rest well leprechaun, your concerns are unfounded.
2. "dirty projectors rise above"; various — I get a lot of people from this search, but they're rarely inclined to read the review they're brought to, leading me to believe these people are assholes.
3. "sad beauty.png"; various — Who googles pictures of sad beautiful women and still isn't satisfied by the results some 30 pages in? Has this image satiated their desires?
4. "signs of mammon"; various — A great sum of folk worried their wealthy neighbor may be greed incarnate has greatly inflated my stats. Little do they know my nom de plume is a benign reference to [redacted].
I expected this list to be...longer. But of the 190+ visitors since August, these strings represent approximately 90% of why they came. Hopefully having blogged about them, I will have exorcised them for good.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Why They Came
Posted by metaghost at 11:38 PM
Labels: assholes, blogging, Chrono Trigger, leprechuans, redactions, statistics
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1 comment:
Sheez, I feel somehow unimaginative. I was just clicking on people who listen to Robert Wyatt.
Ah, well. Cheers!
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