17 May
Spent all damn day and night yesterday with the Open Pages queue.
I took it from over 250 sites to 108 sites, a good number of which are numbers that I am saving, and I looked at every single site and I answered every single email and I told everyone what they were doing wrong and I was even nice to snotty people who don't know how to read instructions.
Towards 1a, though, I started dumping people in great batches. Did I already write you, months ago, telling you that you needed to add the ring to your damn page? Gone. Have you not updated since 1998 and didn't answer my previous email asking you if you planned on continuing you journal? Gone.
Do you have a really ugly page or a really boring journal? Not applicable. I wish it was sometimes, but since I started out with a page 150 times uglier than anything out there, I am not one to talk. These midi people need beating, however. Nobody wants to hear your fucking elevator music, people, give that ego a rest.
I was cranky, my butt hurt, and I didn't want to look at a computer screen again, but at least the queue is in shape for the first time since March!
Somebody clonk me on the head.
If I see that Ricky Martin video one more time, I may actually have the thought "Gee, he's sure cute" flit through the transom of my mind, and that way lies madness.
Pamie has warned me about the seductive thrill about checking your referrer stats all the time.
Pamie knows of which she speaks.
I love my Stattrax, especially since it logs a couple hundred more a day than Nedstat, but it doesn't refer, and I started Site Meter as well, which is closer to Stattrax in terms of hits, but it and Nedstat have different lists of refers!
Three trackers is two too many, but I don't want to give them up. Look at what I found last night! Isn't this the coolest!
If no-one ever hears from me again, it's because I was sucked into the maw of my referrer stats...
Last night I was watching Meryl Streep on Inside the Actors Studio and after it was over, the announcer said that later that night would be Killing Zoe, and I turned to the cat and said:
"Hey, Grandma's in that movie! But it's very violent and she does get shot in the head, so you'd better not watch it, you might get nightmares."
And it was that moment that I fully achieved my destiny--that of a batty old maid who thinks that she is her cat's mother.
Today's horoscope:
Today you are balancing stability and change on the job. Vary your routines a bit, but take care of essential duties.
One year ago today:
And t-shirts that say Hell's Kitchen.
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