WordPress provides me with a pretty impressive set of stats on this here blog. It tells me which posts are being viewed the most. (Silly Jackson 5 post) It also tells me where folks are clicking from to get here, like MySpace or other blogs. It also tells me what terms people entered into search engines in order to come to my blog.
Most of these terms make sense. I would hope that when you go to Google, and enter “peggyluwho” you’d come to me. The blog is in fact the first entry.
However, the number one search engine term used to reach my blog, of all time, is “rats”. I did one post about rats. One. And it wasn’t even good. But what I really want to know is, what search engine are you people using?
I entered “rats” in Google, Yahoo, and Ask, and none of them came up with my blog within the first five pages. I assume that, like me, most people who don’t find what they’re looking for in the first page or two, give up and search for something else. So, I’m assuming that there’s some search engine out there, that when you enter “rats” it gives you my blog within the first four pages.
What is that search engine?
Of course, now that I’ve posted this entry with the word in it about 12 times, it’s really going to be the #1 search term.
I just want to know, if you’re here, and you’re reading this after doing a search for “big rats,” what engine did you use? Please tell me. The curiosity is killing me.
A friend of mine told me the other day that he’s a Seychellois, which is a person from Seychelles. I didn’t know anything about it, so I did a little googling. I’m curious like that. I spend lots of time with Google.
So, in the interest of sharing the wealth, Seychelles is an island nation off the coast of Africa in the Indian Ocean. It’s northeast of Madagascar. According to travel sites, it looks a little something like this:
They pretty much had me at “Hello”. I have been dying to go some place sweaty, warm, and tropical for a while now. This looks like just the kind of spot. I can smell coconuts just thinking about it. Of course, I’m not sure there are any coconuts there, but you know what I mean. I wish I could run away and live on a tropical island.
Then he tells me that the sea turtle is the national mascot, or something, and does it get any better than that?
I want to sweat and I want to drink something with an umbrella in it.
Apparently Carrie Fisher has said in an interview, as reported by The Sun, that she and Harrison Ford got it on during the taping of Star Wars.
And the geeks go wild.
And by geeks, of course I mean me. I KNEW IT!
That was an exceptionally cold night at the ballpark last night. Tim Lincecum on the mound, sadly got his first loss of the season. I’m pretty sure that ump blew that call on the balk, but it’s hard to tell from the center field bleachers, you know. It’s all OK, though, because at least I got to go to the game. Also, I got to yell at some Dodgers’ fans. Seriously, the Giants were playing the Rockies. Where’d the Dodger-blues come from? AB got a kick out of some of my random baseball utterances. “Run you slow slow slow . . . .little man!”
You know what’s really hard? Sending text messages when you hands are frozen solid. But I managed, and I have to say, I’m becoming much more of a fan of text messaging and picture mail. Especially when I get random ones in the middle of the night that make absolutely no sense from what I can only assume are very drunk friends. I hope some day to get one that is actually important, something along the lines of “water broke. baby coming.”
Anyway, by the time the game was over, my feet were completely numb. It’s so weird to walk around like that, and to have to assume that you’re touching the ground. When I got home, I went right into the shower to try to warm up. Went to bed around midnight. Woke up at 1:35 by random text messages. Two within a minute from two different friends. Then continued waking myself up every other hour for no apparent reason all night long.
I’m tired. I’m crabby. My throat is a little sore from the hollering.
Monday I’m going to an A’s game. Crazy.