By the way, just so you know, since I'm on the subject.
As far as page views is concerned we peaked the first month we went on in July of 2013. Then the up/down (mostly downtrend) bottomed on February of last year 2015. From there on, we have up/down (mostly uptrend) since.
The good news is today we picked up a big chunk of views over the usual number.
The bad news is I have no idea what caused it.
Two weeks ago, my moribund blog got about 1500 hits in a spike within one hour. I shit you not. Google stats said they came from Russia. I blame Manafort.
One Rule 5 to fuel them all, One Rule 5 to find them, One Rule 5 to bring them all and in the starkness bind them Soon to be on the lam from 'Merica, where the Shadows vie.
I thought this would be fun but my gentle personality and tender soul cannot take much anymore. For the wellbeing of my psychology and the safekeeping of my soul I must withdraw to solitude and to harmless activities, of the sort that charm little children. Perhaps I should take up something like making pop-up cards. People love those silly things.
You see, I was just now linked from Ace to an item about Trumps new chief, whatever that is. At a glance the man appears alcoholic. The link goes to the daily beast and the piece is beastly immediately written by a tremendously disturbed mind in high agitation. First sentence:
Donald Trump’s new campaign boss—the guy white supremacists are so excited about—once described D.C.’s top Republicans as “cunts.”
I cannot take it. Not the cunts part, that's normal enough, it's the unchecked compulsion to put white supremacists in the descriptor immediately.
Like my impulse to write, Hillary Clinton -- whose husband had a young innocent intern blow him in the oval office --
Or, --whose bogus foundation accepted hundreds of thousands from regimes that hang gays and do not allow women to drive far less to allow women to vote--
Or, --who defended a child rapist then laughed about the technicality she used to spare him a prison term--, or...
You have the idea. Betsy Woodruff, I'm reading a foul and mean-spirited dope. One running scared. Terrified actually. And it comes out the first sentence. Worked up about politics and with desperation sweating from every pore so that it shouts in the first sentence. And I resent being linked to the daily beast.
The name Beast understates it. Slobbering floor-licking cum splat mong is more like it. See? Just reading one single opening sentence brings out the worst that is in me. The very lowest foulest worst. Like a worst-pump. One pump on the rickety old cast iron handle and, squirt, a pulse of the darkest bile is ejected from the meanest coldest meanest blackest thickest pool of tar in my being. And I don't need that.
And then again, maybe the pumping out of it is good.
I must now pray.
"Dear Lord, you know I don't ask much of you, for goodness sake, for cleanness sake, for holyness sake, please smite this filthy bitch flat dead. Pow! Just like that. Lord, I've seen so many others suffer and die, I've seen so many young people perish, good people, funny people, hilarious people, well-meaning people all dead. Lord, please grant me this one single wish for compensation. Pretty please? I realize this isn't your usual mode of operation, but how cool it would be to see this woman, if she is such, croak like a frog and run over by a truck just steps before the finish line to her insane obsession. So many other will chastened for their conceit, for their corruption by association. Half the country will go into pretend mourning and the other 95% celebrating in insane uncontainable joy. This more than all else will bring true glory to God in this mistaken material world. Thank you, Lord. We love you down here. Amen."
*looks up innocently* How can a sincere request like that be resisted?
The site views happened to one of my other blogs too. It carries on with about 100 or so page views a day, then boom, over a thousand for a few days, all from Russia, then boom, back to its customary average. But all that is irrelevant. There are no ads there, and it always was nothing more than a vanity project. A way to learn my camera.
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I have good news and bad news...
The good news is today we picked up a big chunk of views over the usual number.
The bad news is I have no idea what caused it.
But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose. ~Anne Brontë
By the way, just so you know, since I'm on the subject.
As far as page views is concerned we peaked the first month we went on in July of 2013. Then the up/down (mostly downtrend) bottomed on February of last year 2015. From there on, we have up/down (mostly uptrend) since.
Thanks to all of you btw.
The good news is today we picked up a big chunk of views over the usual number.
The bad news is I have no idea what caused it.
Two weeks ago, my moribund blog got about 1500 hits in a spike within one hour. I shit you not. Google stats said they came from Russia. I blame Manafort.
One Rule 5 to fuel them all, One Rule 5 to find them,
One Rule 5 to bring them all and in the starkness bind them
Soon to be on the lam from 'Merica, where the Shadows vie.
I thought this would be fun but my gentle personality and tender soul cannot take much anymore. For the wellbeing of my psychology and the safekeeping of my soul I must withdraw to solitude and to harmless activities, of the sort that charm little children. Perhaps I should take up something like making pop-up cards. People love those silly things.
You see, I was just now linked from Ace to an item about Trumps new chief, whatever that is. At a glance the man appears alcoholic. The link goes to the daily beast and the piece is beastly immediately written by a tremendously disturbed mind in high agitation. First sentence:
Donald Trump’s new campaign boss—the guy white supremacists are so excited about—once described D.C.’s top Republicans as “cunts.”
I cannot take it. Not the cunts part, that's normal enough, it's the unchecked compulsion to put white supremacists in the descriptor immediately.
Like my impulse to write, Hillary Clinton -- whose husband had a young innocent intern blow him in the oval office --
Or, --whose bogus foundation accepted hundreds of thousands from regimes that hang gays and do not allow women to drive far less to allow women to vote--
Or, --who defended a child rapist then laughed about the technicality she used to spare him a prison term--, or...
You have the idea. Betsy Woodruff, I'm reading a foul and mean-spirited dope. One running scared. Terrified actually. And it comes out the first sentence. Worked up about politics and with desperation sweating from every pore so that it shouts in the first sentence. And I resent being linked to the daily beast.
The name Beast understates it. Slobbering floor-licking cum splat mong is more like it. See? Just reading one single opening sentence brings out the worst that is in me. The very lowest foulest worst. Like a worst-pump. One pump on the rickety old cast iron handle and, squirt, a pulse of the darkest bile is ejected from the meanest coldest meanest blackest thickest pool of tar in my being. And I don't need that.
And then again, maybe the pumping out of it is good.
I must now pray.
"Dear Lord, you know I don't ask much of you, for goodness sake, for cleanness sake, for holyness sake, please smite this filthy bitch flat dead. Pow! Just like that. Lord, I've seen so many others suffer and die, I've seen so many young people perish, good people, funny people, hilarious people, well-meaning people all dead. Lord, please grant me this one single wish for compensation. Pretty please? I realize this isn't your usual mode of operation, but how cool it would be to see this woman, if she is such, croak like a frog and run over by a truck just steps before the finish line to her insane obsession. So many other will chastened for their conceit, for their corruption by association. Half the country will go into pretend mourning and the other 95% celebrating in insane uncontainable joy. This more than all else will bring true glory to God in this mistaken material world. Thank you, Lord. We love you down here. Amen."
*looks up innocently* How can a sincere request like that be resisted?
The site views happened to one of my other blogs too. It carries on with about 100 or so page views a day, then boom, over a thousand for a few days, all from Russia, then boom, back to its customary average. But all that is irrelevant. There are no ads there, and it always was nothing more than a vanity project. A way to learn my camera.
For a minute there I though Chip was quitting. What a relief.
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