Been awhile since-t we had one of these, so there is much to report on the Global Media Domination front.
Beavers continue to do well, particularly after I scandalized a certain blogging conference with my references thereunto: one gathers they’re far more used to hearing terms like “Analytics” and “Clickthroughs” than anything more vividly … uh … castidoraean. Conclusion: Blogging about beavers is great for hits, but getting other people to blog about you blogging about beavers is truly Web 2.0.
I’m in ur googlez, baitin ur linkz!
Harshing on best-sellers in the comments sections of other people’s blogs is tonic for stats. If I wanted to win this, I’d simply say straight out that Dave Eggers’ prefaces and footnotes blow Jonathan Really Rather Ordinary and Mister Norell away, but I’m not like that…besides, Eggers has annoyed me recently.
Oo! Oo! I should pick a fight with Dave Eggers! He’s got a baby; no way is he well-rested enough to defend himself.
In other news, shoes are even better for hits than flamewars, particularly when the Manolo bypasses the two original-source articles I sent him and links directly to my own post. This takes me to my happy place and teaches me that there is divine justice in the world: those three pairs of fabulous shoes I bought on Robson Street were as sacrifices to the god of shoeblogging, and He looks after His Own, to the tune of perhaps six hundred extra hits over the weekend and a regained spot in the top 20 WordPress blogs and yay, finally! a temporarily regained place in Top Posts of the Day.
Not quite as good as blogging about shoes is blogging about crocheted bellydancing accessories; it may not bring as many hits, but it does bring prey, so that’s something. And, as always, flamewars bring out the necrophiliacs who gather around to watch the battle. I have no issue with people disagreeing with me: I have a major issue with people misrepresenting what I’ve written and being twofaced. And I have no issue at all with dumb, defensive, hypersensitive, condescending people; nope, no issue at all. It’s kill on sight.
Potentially more dangerous, or at least more criminal, are the readers of Court TV’s forum who are fascinated (if, apparently, confused) by my post on the uselessness of Howard K. Stern’s sperm. I mean, the rest of him is useless too; how hard can it be to figure out? But they can’t tell when I’m joking, when I’m quoting, or indeed, why any of this matters or if it matters at all. FWIW here’s a roundup: drug-abusing kid dies, junkie mother dies, rich baby held for ransom by lawyer with the paperwork and Larry Birkhead has the most obvious nose job in the history of the world. You’re welcome.
Also, broke 18k on Technorati. If this keeps up at the rate it’s been going, by this time in 2009 I will be the #1 blogger in the world.
*rubs hands together, mutters “eeeeeexcellent!“*
In Ego news, this is not designed to keep me humble; although truly it’s hard to imagine what could. That is obviously not a task to be undertaken by mortals, and Curtis has wisely chosen the easier path of flattery, may Azathoth poop ten-tentacled blessings upon him and ensure that he never glimpses the Unspeakable Pun at the Centre of the Universe and thus goes irrevocably insane.
Cuz then he couldn’t flatter me again, yo.
Curtis‘ technique is emulated by the esteemed and historic Juvenal of Bread and Circuses, although he fails to specify whether I am bread or circuses; I prefer to think of myself as some kind of fusion between the two, a juggling pop-tart, perhaps, or a particularly acrobatic type of crumpet, performing daring stunts on the back of a docile and magnificent Andalusian and no, I don’t mean Antonio Banderas.
In related news, az has posted about the fascinating internet personality type taxonomy site Flame Warriors, and guess which type I am!!!
But I am impervious to insult:
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Lemme guess . . . . Sylvia Plath’s cat?
Ouch!
As long as I’m allowed to live to see the dawn of that
gloriousdesolate day when all is made gibberish, I shall not have worked in vain.And congrats on Technorati. Not hard to see why.
So there really is a pun at the center of the Universe. Who needs E8 symmetry?
Exactly. Have I mentioned also that I have an Erdös number of
23? Actually, it’s true. Just one of the many unspeakable (or at least unpronounceable) things about me that must remain unspoken.Just wait until the WAAGNFNP declares war on technorati!
Any friend of Heraclitus is a friend of mine: I see no reason not to enslave Technorati, rather than destroy them.
Will have to check with the MOJ to see if the Party endorses slavery as a path to the Global Nuclear Fireball…. Back when your the #1 blog on teh technorati. The wheels of Justice and all that.
Or when I can post 3 comments in a row without a typo. I hate tpos. Think I’ll just leave that last one for the laugh it just gave me. Pitiful.
Wasn’t tpos Spock’s mother-in-law?
Of course we’ll need slaves: you don’t want to clean the toilets, do you? And who will mix the drinks?
I liked the cat.
She’s in ur bell jar, bustin ur democratic hegemony.
“But I am impervious to insult”
Do you give lessons? Is the belljar compulsory?
I’m sorry, but that was too good an opportunity to let pass, even for me
–You’re here, aren’t you? Consider your labours rewarded.
:-)
Indeed: the few, the proud, the nutters.
“Bandwidth exceeded” eh? Woulda been nice to get a heads-up from Photobucket on that, especially since the hits are far less today than they were on the weekend, and the pictures worked just fine then.
Drinks? Toilets? What part of GNF don’t you understand? In any case, this is clearly a question for our MOJ, not a lowly Spell Checker of the Apocalypse…. Now to clean the lemon tea off my computer screen from my Star Trek-induced spit take…slave–!
Slave? My dear little friend, you should suck up to me now; save time later, when the stars align and the planet is to be cleared off.
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