July 3, 2008 was the inception of this blog, the compendium of my mundane life. For ten years I have been writing about nothing and truly enjoying it. My small, humble life. Sometimes it is difficult to think of something to write about because, you know, it is the same old stuff. The most important things I may want to write about are too personal to share with the wide world of human beings, or webcrawlers and other cyberspace "creatures" of nefarious intent and purpose.
Many people earn money with their blogs, so Google provides metrics, statistics of referring websites and country of origin of every visitor. It also tracks the number of page clicks each individual post has received since inception. It compiles a list of referring sites so if someone reading another blog with a link to mine clicks to my blog, I know which site "referred" to mine. There is absolutely never any personal information, just high level statistical metrics I could use to market more successfully to my audience or customer base if I were selling something.
Sometimes the referring sites have mysterious names. Once or twice I have clicked on a mysterious link, curious what that site is and why a link to my blog is included there. Oh. My. God. NO, those porn sites do not have a link on their web pages to my blog! Through the dark magic of the internet, somehow there is technology that crawls my blog and deposits a "referring" site link in my statistics precisely to lure people like me to unknowingly click on their link. After a time or two of that nonsense, I stopped caring about referring sites. Bloody hell!
Google also provides a map of the world with each country highlighted if a computer in that country has clicked on one of my pages. Though surely 99.9% of them are web crawlers up to no good, I like to imagine that at least one person in China or Russia might have stumbled on my ordinary blog and found it mildly interesting to read about a normal person whiling away her life in the heartland of America.
Google has changed something on the comments section, removing open-source ID, whatever the hell that means. I have not received any comments at all since that change happened. My old friend and roommate from the haunted apartment recently read that post and was thrilled to revisit old memories and receive validation of his experiences in "haunted Kansas". He tried to leave a comment but could not. I wish Google would fix that!
Everything considered, it does not matter who, or how many times, or when, or where someone might read my blog. I simply love to write, even if it is about nothing. My adult children honestly have little interest in reading my stuff. My daughter is usually too busy and I think my son is embarrassed by my "lame" blog. I am absolutely fine with that. A child cannot hurt a mother's feelings over such immaterial things. I know that someday, after I am long gone from this realm, most likely burning in hell for calling my cell phone a m---------er, my kids will miss me. They will wish they had paid more attention to my stories when I was droning on for the freaking 100th time! If they miss me too much they can visit here to get another big helping of Mom's particular brand of bullshit. They will be able to "hear" my voice again, reminding them of who I was, and where they came from. You know, in case they forget why they are crazy. (Crazy mom, crazy kids!)
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