A lot of my job entails working online. As a result, I’m going to be learning a lot about tracking media on the internet. Stuff like page loads, unique visitors and click through rate. Surprisingly, stuff that I have a slight handle on.
Most bloggers, as well as the somewhat internet savvy, know of a few tricks of the trade, so to speak. Stat counters are pretty much the best thing ever, because they let you see who is looking at your website, and from where. Which is why my day is sometimes brightened by the fact that people from around the world are visiting me.
Like Stockholm. Hi, Sweden! You google searched me, and here you are! Or Japan, who also googled me!
My stat counter lets me see all kinds of things about my readers. How many times they visit. For how long. How they got to my site. And obviously, where they come from.
Like Watsontown. Or West Palm Beach.
[I just made someone very uncomfortable, Internet]
Which is wicked funny to me, because I’m pretty sure I only know of one person who is connected to those two towns, and I’m pretty sure that person really doesn’t like me. I’m also pretty sure that I haven’t been in the same state with this person since graduation. Which would make this person kind of a stalker of mine. Wouldn’t it, Internet?
Japan? Sweden? Would you like to weigh in on this?
I think I should be fair in letting said person know something. My stat counter sees you. And because of this, so do I. Which just makes me laugh and laugh. Though I haven’t given much thought about you in the past several months, you have apparently been thinking a great deal about me. That touches me, Stalker.
So, Stalker. I’d like to thank you for stopping by Come To Find Out [a name you know very well because you googled it just last Sunday at 1:38 pm]. I hope you are enjoying your visits and my writing. And if I haven’t managed to make you laugh in the last few weeks, I hope with this post I made you feel at least a little uncomfortable.
April 18, 2007 at 8:02 pm
Awesome. Just awesome. Calling out stalkers is always fun.
Best part: You will know when Stalker reads this.
Hi, Stalker! My name is Steve. Please don’t stalk me.
April 19, 2007 at 12:39 am
Oof.
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
I’ll be that little dog he makes act like a reindeer … always by your side!
“A plus” for saying what’s on your mind!
April 19, 2007 at 6:29 pm
Canada stops in from time to time, too. But we’re friendly up here, not unlike Sweden.
April 20, 2007 at 9:51 pm
John,
I am sorry if you consider me a stalker. I guess I was hooked from the moment I clicked on a link in a mutual acquaintance’s away message and realized that someone that I didn’t know very well was wishing me a sudden onset of Elephantitis. Even though I was never really given the chance to know you personally, I think your writing is usually pretty interesting and provocative. You knowing that I look at your blog from time to time does not make me uncomfortable… and for the record, neither do people who have lifestyles different from my own. I will stop looking if it makes you feel weird.
Wishing you a happy weekend,
The subject line of your current post
April 21, 2007 at 3:59 pm
An email has been sent. Of what I think is a positive variety.
There are obviously 2 different views on this…
April 23, 2007 at 3:57 pm
I enjoy that my creepy stalker ex boyfriend can now read my blog 3 times a day instead of calling/emailing/facebooking me. It makes things less uncomfortable for me. So John, enjoy the stalking.
April 24, 2007 at 6:09 am
Well, seeing as how it’s been awhile since I’ve been around these parts, I thought this seemed a good post to which I should comment.
Hi John…long time no see!
I finally saw High Tension due to your recommendation (from oh, a year ago or so).
At the end all I could so was say, “WHA?”
Hope all is well. :)