I couldn’t tell you how many Web impressions, how many times EFD has been clicked upon, since I started using StatCounter back in (I guess)July or so. I guess I can look. Maybe it’s something close to 10,000. I don’t care. It really doesn’t mean much. What is interesting is StatCounter’s tool, which I have mentioned before here, that allows me to find out from where my visitors originate.
It is interesting, of course, to find out people in this foreign country or that is taking a look at an otherwise extremely obscure Texas blog. But what I find most interesting is my friends and acquaintances — at least those whom I think from my Web tool are those I know — who regularly or at least semi-regularly visit EFD. For instance, I’ve mentioned Sally in Mass., or Suzie in Arkansas, both are longtime friends. They also check in quite often. Stalkers!!! Only kidding. Occasionally, there is Navarro whom I knew under a different handle in college at Steve (Stephen F. Austin State U.) A couple of people sneak a peak from work, one is a local friend whose name I won’t mention just because I don’t want to get her into trouble. I see someone from the same corporation she works for, but with a different server from Houston who visits quite frequently. Interestingly enough, I think that may be John in San Antonio, but I’m not sure.
What is sure is my closest friends, no matter how much they read the crap I put out day after day on this blog, will be the first to remind me to not let my alligator ego override my hummingbird ass. Don’t worry. With 4-5 returning visitors a day to this blog, I don’t think that is a concern.
But it is interesting that friends or people I tangentially know read this blog regularly. That is because I offer nothing really in the way of news. Most times I hardly offer any insightful commentary. Mostly it’s just me talking s**t. But I enjoy it. I enjoy the fact my friends tune in regularly. It puzzles me kind of, but I think it’s pretty cool. Now, I just wish people I don’t know would start sending me money for no reason. That’d be pretty strange. Maybe it wouldn’t be so good. But you never know until you fry an egg. What?? Try. That’s it. You never know until you try. Sorry I have been obsessing over agriculture lately with a project. So until next time: BAAAHHHHHHH, MOOOOOOOOOOO, and hope your rumen feels better out in that new pasture.