I really enjoy writing my blog. It's for me, mostly, just to gather my thoughts and express things that I have trouble getting across to a room full of toddlers. Which, if you've ever tried to communicate with toddlers, is most things.
(Ryan: I'm feeling a little nervous about my business plan, given the economic downturn. Toddler: Green!)
I don't really know who reads it, beyond my immediate friends and family who talk to me about it. I have a good number of hits, though, from random places. People find it, and read a little. That's fun, and a bonus of the project for me. The search queries, though... they concern me.
Last month I got a few for "spankings all around." In quotes, just like that. I imagine the person who found my ramblings was very disappointed. I'm going to post pictures of teenage girls being spanked, to prevent further frustration. Wait, no I'm not.
The best ever is "pimpconstruct." First of all, how did that get to my site? Did I post plans about diagrams for building a better pimp? I don't drink, so late night drunken posts are ruled right out. I'm pretty forgetful, sure, but if I had the secret to constructing pimps, I think I'd recall.
I get a lot of hits for "Viri," of course, which makes sense. Family and friends search him when they can't recall my exact address. And ryanbeggar is a stupid address, so I understand. But it is coupled with strange words. I have quite a few for "Sir Viri," as though he was knighted. There have been several for "viriplan," which troubles me. Does he have a secret pact with other toddlers to take over the world?
(They don't. I asked another toddler, and he said "Green!")
The internet is a strange and disturbing place. I think I'm going to back slowly away, and sit in the corner with a cup of tea. Perhaps I'll construct a pimp, perhaps not. I certainly won't write about it. That would screw up the Viriplan.