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Statcounter revokes my degree

I’ve mentioned before that statcounter allows me to spy on how people found my site—either by a bookmark, through a link on someone’s page, or through a google search. Well, recently Statcounter has taught me that I can’t spell.

For each person that stops by, the data from statcounter looks something like this:

Number of Entries: 1
Returning Visits: 0
Entry Page Time: 26th April 2005 08:11:35

Visit Length: 0 seconds
Entry Page:

Exit Page:
Location: New South Wales, Australia

Referring URL: Minstry interview&meta=

What do I learn from this? Location: Hey, I’m popular in Australia. That Naomi Watts seems pretty tech-saavy. She’d like my beard. Returning Visits: Maybe not so popular. Visit Length: Naomi decides she can’t handle this much man. Referring URL: Rohinton Minstry interview?

That sort of thing is odd, but not so out of the ordinary; someone once found me by searching “shwarma restaurant hull.” Usually in those cases, I click on the link to see exactly how I ranked for that search. In the shwarma example, I was something like fifteen. I clicked on the link above—and my site was number one.

And I though, that’s insane! Rohinton Minstry is a huge talent with probably two hundred thousand words in print—and if that isn’t enough, he had a damn Oprah book. Just because I happened to splay those three words across a half dozen entries, my site ranks first? What a frigging tragedy! What a criminally under-read man!

But then I snapped to the realization that I can’t spell Rohinton Mistry’s name, and neither can Naomi Wattts, and we’re both idiots.


Dave said…
As of 2:42 today, I ranked sixteenth on google for "jimmy snuka killed hookers."
kris said…
This so wasn't Naomi Watts. Kidman maybe, but not Watts.
Anonymous said…
Did you mean to misspell Naomi's last name at the end of your Blog?

You'd best fix that or Tien will eat you.
Anonymous said…
I like your beard.
Anonymous said…
I like his beard more. Besides I'm the real one.
Anonymous said…
Shut up. I'm the real one. I like his beard AND his wanker.

Beat that!
Anonymous said…
Hee hee.
You said Wanker.
Then you said Beat That!

So good!
Badpatty said…
I'm not beating your wanker, Chief. Could be worse. I was number one in a Google search for mokey joke kimmershow. What the hell were THEY looking for?

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