Six Degrees of Bloggers
The power of the written word is really, quite a powerful tool. Take us bloggers for instance. If you've ever taken the time to Google yourself and/or your blog you might be surprised by what you'd find. I know I was.
In a recent Google outing, I discovered that besides the semi-strangers that read and post to my blog, that there are also TOTAL strangers doing this as well (only minus the whole posting thing, obviously). I have found these voyeurs, for lack of a better term, either by accident or by being, well...nosy.
There are even a few folks I found that had added me to their links unbeknownst to me. But just like the quiet kid who is crushing on you in the back of class, I might never have known of their existence otherwise.
The site meter has also served as quite an informative tool. I believe The Police said it best when they sang, "Every breath you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you." BTW, somehow this song was hailed as some big romantic gesture, wrapped up in swoonworthy Sting's vocal prowess, when in actuality it is really a creepy ode about some guy who makes Colin Farrell's obsession with himself look healthy.
But now, I've gone off on a few unrelated tangents.
For those of you who have a lovely site meter, the other thing to take note of is the interesting ways in which readers stumble upon your blog. Let's take my recent favorite for instance. Someone googled: "i love the 90's" "fat girl" on beach" A few others found me via: googling comedianne Gillian Vigman. I can just imagine the disappointment on these readers faces as I highly doubt my site filled their Gillian Vigman... OR even their fat girl on beach fix, for that matter.
Sometimes the path to one's blog is not as clear, but with a few simple clicks of the mouse, you can see how they know so and so... and so on. This is when you get the "a ha!" moment you were looking for. For a second you thought you were special, but you quickly come to realize you were merely a few clicks away from some dude who was probably bored one Sunday night. That or they were searching for Planet Janet or Janet Planet, sites which, are in no ways affiliated with mine. (Note to self: must change blog name as there is STILL too much confusion).
In short, I think I finally have gotten a tiny glimpse into what it must feel like to be Kevin Bacon. Of course there won't be whole games devoted to my blog anytime soon and I won't be winning awards or getting paid lots of money, but you know, there are some similarities. I mean at the very least we are both people with these lurking, seemingly unrelated connections... who have also been known to have a hell of a time as a result of Footloose.
In a recent Google outing, I discovered that besides the semi-strangers that read and post to my blog, that there are also TOTAL strangers doing this as well (only minus the whole posting thing, obviously). I have found these voyeurs, for lack of a better term, either by accident or by being, well...nosy.
There are even a few folks I found that had added me to their links unbeknownst to me. But just like the quiet kid who is crushing on you in the back of class, I might never have known of their existence otherwise.
The site meter has also served as quite an informative tool. I believe The Police said it best when they sang, "Every breath you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you." BTW, somehow this song was hailed as some big romantic gesture, wrapped up in swoonworthy Sting's vocal prowess, when in actuality it is really a creepy ode about some guy who makes Colin Farrell's obsession with himself look healthy.
But now, I've gone off on a few unrelated tangents.
For those of you who have a lovely site meter, the other thing to take note of is the interesting ways in which readers stumble upon your blog. Let's take my recent favorite for instance. Someone googled: "i love the 90's" "fat girl" on beach" A few others found me via: googling comedianne Gillian Vigman. I can just imagine the disappointment on these readers faces as I highly doubt my site filled their Gillian Vigman... OR even their fat girl on beach fix, for that matter.
Sometimes the path to one's blog is not as clear, but with a few simple clicks of the mouse, you can see how they know so and so... and so on. This is when you get the "a ha!" moment you were looking for. For a second you thought you were special, but you quickly come to realize you were merely a few clicks away from some dude who was probably bored one Sunday night. That or they were searching for Planet Janet or Janet Planet, sites which, are in no ways affiliated with mine. (Note to self: must change blog name as there is STILL too much confusion).
In short, I think I finally have gotten a tiny glimpse into what it must feel like to be Kevin Bacon. Of course there won't be whole games devoted to my blog anytime soon and I won't be winning awards or getting paid lots of money, but you know, there are some similarities. I mean at the very least we are both people with these lurking, seemingly unrelated connections... who have also been known to have a hell of a time as a result of Footloose.
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