When I started this blog almost 15 months ago, I saw it as an outlet. You see, I like to write. And if you've had any doubts about that, Dear Friends, the proof is in the posts: 435, to date. Some, of course, were WAY better than others, but we won't go to the Dark Side just yet.
What about the 9-11 Memory? I really needed to write those feelings out. Or my quasi-encounter with the Runaway Trucker? My Main Man, Mr. Fairway, encouraged me to vent my frustrations in a quick post, which in turn turned into a diatribe.
A lot of them are like that.
But there have also been the short-and dare I say "sweet"?-posts, too. The Christmas Breasts come to mind. And my observations about Michael Phelps & other swimmers who are all wet.
I've connected on the Social Justice scene, too. I have to say I'm really quite proud of everything I've said in past posts about Yoshio Nakada & those like him.
If this particular post sounds like a valedictory, well, it's not. It's more of an attempt to get to the bottom of things around here. You see, I've got a tracking gizmo monitoring this blog, & I'm a tad confused.
Sitemeter tells me I have an average of 110 "page views" a day. I've had more than 36,500 "hits" since March 31, 2008. I'm told by folks who say they know that page views are better than hits; but to me, a number is just a number. And those numbers add up to quite a few visitors, in my book.
So why is it, y'all, that even on a really good day-say, like a Superior Silly Sunday Sweepstakes-I get a handful of comments?
I'm told that those who visit my blog must keep returning for the content. But I have to say, folks, that sometimes I think I'm talking to myself.
For those who are fans, thanks for sticking around. For those who are new to me, please come back again real soon. And for those who choose to comment in this space, you're the best!
And about Wanda Sykes. Did you hear what she said about Rush Limbaugh?