Lori hooked me up on StatCounter this week, a way for me to track visits to Jen on the Edge.
I was torn about this move. On the one hand, I was happy in my ignorance about who's reading my blog and how many of you are out there. On the other hand, I was insanely curious.
And then there's my obsessive nature. Would I spend time -- too much time -- tracking my stats and worrying if things are down one day? Would I try to push the humor if that is what seems to please people and not talk seriously about other matters? Would stories of my thrilling days running errands and cleaning toilets excite you and increase my numbers or bore you and send you packing?
But you know the old saw about curiosity killing the cat... So I got hooked up with StatCounter. It's all Lori's fault. I blame her.
(Just kidding Lori!)
I would like to announce right here and now that I am NOT obsessed over the statistics. Honestly. Really truly. I'm limiting my visits to once a day and trying not to read too much into anything.
That said, the statistics I can track are simply fascinating. And I'm the person who dropped a class in statistics in undergrad because it was so fucking boring.
I can see if you people are coming to me from other blogs, through Google searches (and what the searches are -- there are some FREAKS out there people -- just sayin'), or starting off with me (because you like me for some strange reason). I can see what countries, states, and cities are represented.
And here's the funny thing that's leading me to my point in a very tedious roundabout fashion: I live in Virginia. My blog is linked to a blog of bloggers who live in my hometown. Dozens of us. I am also a Virginia native with relatives all over the damn Commonwealth (that's fancy speak for "state" for those of you who live in non-fancy, non-pretentious states).
So I assumed that Virginia would be the largest source of my readers.
I assumed wrong.
FLORIDA is where about a THIRD of my readers live. I am not kidding.
And a big chunk of those people are coming from Winter Park. I don't know ANYONE in Winter Park. Pinky swear, I don't. I don't have a retired grandma who's begged her canasta and bingo friends to visit my blog so I'll feel loved.
I checked further and a bunch of you Florida people are coming to me from Blackbird. Now, I'm not a 100% certain about this, but I think I can say with about 90% accuracy that Blackbird doesn't live in or near Florida. But I could be wrong about that.
And then a bunch of you Florida people went on to Lori's blog, so you are obviously a fine group of people with excellent taste in jewelry. So many people, in fact, that Lori emailed me and wanted to know who in the hell I know in Florida.
(BTW, you ALL-- Floridians and everyone else -- should go shop at Lori's website. And, no, I don't get a mega discount if I refer people. But I do think we all are most worthy of original accessories that make us stand out in a crowd. Well, we women, that is. You male readers, however, would do well to buy your women some bling bling. Christmas is around the corner you know.)
But I digress.
Wait, where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah right. Got it now.
Sorry about that. Pete fixed White Russians for Happy Hour tonight.
Anyway, I checked the statistics tonight and looked at the states and countries from which my readers originate. I looked at some locations and knew exactly who the readers are -- like Aims, Linda, Jen, and Josie. Whenever someone leaves a comment, I make a point to read his/her blog to get to know him/her a little, so I thought I had a pretty good handle on the 17 people who read my blog. It turns out that the number is actually quite a bit higher and I don't know who most of you readers are.
To be specific, besides Florida, I have no idea who's reading me from Nebraska, Missouri, and Idaho -- to name a few.
Who are you people?
BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE AREN'T LEAVING COMMENTS.
So please, pretty please satisfy my curiosity. Let me know who you are. We don't have to have a binding commitment or send Christmas cards or remember each other's birthday (well, you all should definitely remember mine), but we can at least know each other's names and where we live.
Because you should know by now that I am not patient, nor do I like mysteries, so this not knowing stuff is bugging the shit out of me, which means that I am most likely bugging the shit out of Pete as I pace around and wonder and wave my hands about and blather on about you Florida people.
I have really enjoyed meeting folks through my blog and other blogs and I'd like to know you.
So, drop me a comment or send an email to jenontheedge (at) yahoo (dot) com and say hi.
If anything, do it as an act of mercy for Pete.