I’ve noticed a rhythm to blogging: If I post often, long, and about stuff I’ve been thinking about a lot, I get lots of hits but few comments. If I do something fun or ask a question, I may not get as many hits, but the comments go through the roof. You can look at the title of this post for your appropriate clue as to the response I’m looking for. 🙂
So, first: made some modifications to the sidebar, now that I’ve had my brush with blog celebrities.
Second: Some people (Bob does too, but he took the post down…turkey) can focus quite a bit on their web stats and referrals. I have no idea why. I simply can’t relate. That’s pathetic. (And totally as an aside: I’m assuming my regular reader in New Zealand at Weta workshop is either Joe or Lisa Jackman; could you go ahead and say “hi” in the comments so I can know? I keep hoping beyond hope that maybe Peter Jackson keeps checking my blog because he wants to put me in a new special special edition of the Lord of the Rings. So go ahead and pop my bubble by saying hi. Starla did. Hi, Starla! Anybody else from Rose Drive Friends out there? And as a completely coincidental noticing, not that I’m focused on it like the two Bobs or anything, but could you people talk to your neighbors and co-workers and have them come by and visit my blog? I’ve had ever-increasing hits each month, and you people are going to really have to work hard to keep the streak up this month.)
Third: Bob posted awhile back about this site that keeps track of lyrics that people mis-hear. In High School, I had a friend Matt Ellis, and I think mis-hearing lyrics was his spiritual gift. He’d always make it work in the song, belt it out at the top of his lungs, and rarely get it right. “tons and tons of decisions” instead of “comes the time of decision”, stuff like that.
SO…what’s your best mis-heard lyric? It can be an actual wrong word, or it can be putting a comma in the wrong place, like the following: When I was in church as a kid and they’d sing the doxology, I thought there was a really stupidly obvious line in it. I mean, who would be stupid enough to praise “ye heavenly host” above God? (Get it? Get it?)
I want your mis-heard lyrics! I want my mysterious New Zealander to turn out to be Peter Jackson! I want anyone who’s never made a comment on my blog to say hi! (I know, you can’t always get what you want…)