I try to ignore my blog’s hit count. Investing too much in that little dopamine meter leads to madness. (We’ve all seen what social media does to people!) However, I’m only human and when I get a zillion hits, I can’t help but notice.
I decided to link to a few posts that lead here. Maybe you’ll follow them back and enjoy their point of origin. I think wordpress used to do this automatically with something called “trackback” but it’s gone now. Life is too short to fret about wordpress programming. Here goes:
A few weeks ago I wrote Attack Of The Gell-Man Effect and it sent the count meter spinning. The whole thing is Sarah Hoyt’s Fault! Her initial post got me to thinking. Thinking got me to writing. Then Sara linked to my my cogitations on Instapundit (where she posts often). Instapundit has rounding errors bigger than my blog so a simple little link there was an earthquake on my local hit counter. Thanks Sarah!
There were other links to that same post. I appreciate them too. Unfortunately, they’re already lost in the aether. Blogs, especially those that generate lots of attention, are transient. Lose the link and the knowledge is gone. If you linked to me and didn’t get mentioned here, I’m sorry about that.
More recently I wrote THAT Is How It’s Done! Folks seemed to like it. I followed up with THAT Is How It’s Done! Part 2 and inadvertently hit a vein of pure Zeitgeist. Raconteur Report noticed and sent some traffic my way. In the MIDDLE of the RIGHT did the same. Thanks to both of you! Borepatch mentioned and tied in a post by Larry Correia. (Being mentioned along with Monster Hunter(!) is pretty awesome for a guy like me. I talk to trees and then blog stories that go nowhere; I just assume nobody reads my shit (except for Squirrels of course), Larry’s the real deal. Thanks Borepatch!
Also a warm shout out to Filthie’s Thunderbox. He lives behind the maple syrup curtain where the leaders wear gay socks. I live where the president dresses normally but has mentally degraded to the intelligence of dish soap and can’t reliably finish sentences.
Filthie could probably join in any discussion I’ve had with an oak tree. We might both lose a debate to a particularly smart spruce.
He directly and indirectly referred (several times) to my recent heresy. I shelved my efficient, lightweight, fast JetBoil campstove and began fiddling with a slow, heavy, gasoline burning, Coleman campstove. Because of course I did!
Filthie is into polls lately. Everyone go over there and tell him the proper name for his truck which totes around his homemade RC airplane. He offers a poll with four likely names but everyone knows it has already been noticed by America’s NSA. The Squirrels tell me it has been tagged as “Darkweb Bringer Of Death From The Sky”. After all, everyone knows a tiny homebuilt RC plane is more or less exactly like a Predator Drone and they’ll post all about it to piss him off. I figure Filthis is one 3d printed “ghost wing”, a two stroke motor the size of a beer can, and a bag of corn chips shy of being blamed for all war crimes on earth.