Tag Archives: stats

Maps

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Because everyone needs more maps.

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Maine is clearly Team Cat.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.

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Well done Colorado.

Though the fact that there’s a CDC Surveillance System tracking these stats has me a bit worried.

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How do you say pecan?

I’m in a green area but pronounce it more like the blue people do.

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This definitely puts it in perspective.

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Poetry in Stephen King country?

I call foul.

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Maine does indeed celebrate Patriot’s Day.

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If they’re red, I’m doomed.

But we feed the greys well and could probably survive the squirrel apocalypse.

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Here a bot, there a bot…

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While I don’t usually pay a lot of attention to my stats, there are some days I have to.

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Because WordPress likes to announce it when they rise .

“Hey loser! Look at you, people have found your miserable little blog. Kudos.”

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And over the past few days things have definitely been looking up.

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So much so, I got suspicious.

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Yes, the majority were from the U.S…. but still, for me the numbers have been crazy.

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Fearing they were bots…I sent a question to the Happiness Engineers.

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Which, irony of ironies…. was answered by a bot.

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Frank.

Yeah, sure.

Not believing I had suddenly become that popular, I went ahead and changed my WordPress password.

And the very next day?

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Things were back to normal.

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Maps, maps and more maps.

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Because you seem to enjoy them as well.

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Maine is seriously bereft of alpacas.

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Guess we know where the maple trees live.

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I don’t think Maine is quite as coffee crazy as the rest of the country. Dunkin still rules up here.

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What up Wyoming?

Apparently, nothing.

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I’ll wear that proudly.

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Most of our moose are up north, but I’ve seen a few. Sadly, two of them had been hit by cars.

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Maine is so white bread, we don’t even have a weird name.

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Maine seems to be half dog, half cat.

You know which half we are.

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Have you ever felt like you were being stalked?

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According to my stats I’m on a path to having the highest monthly views since I got here four years ago.

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Granted I’ve been blogging about fascinating topics in January like the junk in our basement, crab balls and masturbating walruses… but still. The spike in readers seems a bit extreme.

And because I was curious which posts were popular, I checked.

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Turns out they all were.

But only once.

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I’m sure it’s just spammers, but most of the views are from the U.S., not India or Pakistan…. so it makes me wonder which one of you could be stalking my blog and searching my archives for pearls of wisdom like ‘Of Slime and Flies’?

Fess up. There’s no shame in the admission, we all need a hobby.

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I have to ask…

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Where the Hell is everyone?

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I’m not normally one to fret over my post stats but lately I’ve noticed an awful echo in blogland. My views have dropped by half in the past few months and I’m wondering if my readers have moved on to parts unknown… or are simply sick of my drivel and cut me out like a malignant tumor.

What say you?

Am I too much of a good thing, or is it getting lonely here at WordPress…

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My first one is a live pear.

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I don’t know about you, but I never have anything pop up in the ‘search terms’ box of my stats page…. until now.

I was excited! What was someone looking for when they arrived at my page… Chickens? Rocks? Rodent rebellions? It could be anything.

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New live pears?

What the…

What?

This required a Google search of my own.

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The Grisly Pear and… zombies.

No, that can’t be right.

Let’s try again.

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Okay, a giant lau lau is strange enough…

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But a waterproof bullet vibrator?

What the utter F!

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They just don’t take the hint.

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Every single day I zap them.

And every single day they come back.

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I zap business blogs and blogs that don’t exist. I zap bot blogs and blogs that have 100 posts with no comments or likes.

I don’t need inflated follower stats and have no idea why these people, or machines, keep following me.

Can’t they take the hint?

They follow, I zap. Every day. Twice a day. Ad infinitum.

Give it up Car Kudu. Admit defeat Laundry Tips.

You won’t win.

I can out stubborn you…. just ask my husband.