The stats spike after the Manolo article. All this stuff is available via the stats link above. Weekends are always crap cause you buggers aren’t in the office. The average return visitors are about 25.
This is for all the people who should be working, and are instead downloading this crap and porn on your office computers. 90-95% of this site’s traffic is US/Canadian, but with the flamewar between me and Morquendi and the Manolo debacle there are like 40 Sri Lankan return visitors. I don’t know how I feel about this as I am now shitting where I eat, but whatevs.
Blogging has an tendency to really piss people off. The best example is www.dooce.com where hilarious entries like Reasons The Asian Database Administrator is So Fucking Annoying and PowerPoint Me To The Nearest Sledgehammer got the author unceremoniously shitcanned. Getting fired for blogging is called getting ‘dooced’ in her honor.
Another funny example was Washingtonienne. She working for Senator Mike DeWine and having butt-sex with prominent Washington chiefs of staff for money. For example:
I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.
posted by The Washingtonienne at 2:10 PM (archive)
She got dooced after Wonkette linked to her. I think she got a book deal out of it. Anyways, nobody can fire me, but I’ll still try not to piss anyone off.
To close off the Manolo debacle, here’s a comment she left. She’s a great sport and we’re friends now. I’ve added my opinions in italics.
Right. I feel I should say something. Make indi feel better about it and put a few things straight.
I asked indi to come over because he happened to be in J’s car when I asked the others. It seemed impolite not to. I didn’t think he’d turn up, but I didn’t mind that he did… he seemed nice enough.
fk that, she liked me
Can’t remember touching his ass, but I wouldn’t put it past me. I do that sort of thing. asses are nice.
I called him an arrogant twerp because he was being exactly that.
I’d spent the last 3 months mostly out of the country and I was going away again for 6. It was meant to be a good night with good friends, good booze and silly conversation and it would have been exactly that if not for Indi. He kept wanting to talk about politics and colonialism and real things that really mean something. I’ve been there, done that and I’d much prefer a good story about a penguin and a small coconut. These damned aspiring intellectuals always under-rate the value of absolute nonsense. I just wanted him to shut up and hopefully leave the party.
Instead he stayed and did the dishes.
I did one dish. I am tired of my one redeeming quality being a lie
Strange reaction to abuse, but it did make me feel really guilty the next day.
We’ve been in touch since. Alternating between nastiness and apologies for nastiness. I’m being really petty, but this guy pretty much takes all the shit I give him and likes me more for it. It’s worth studying.
We hung out last night and I think we’ve made our peace. I think I’ll do the decent thing and leave him alone now. I think I’ve made up for fucking with his head. He really isn’t so bad… once you get past the uppity-ness and the insecurities. And the intensity and the touchiness. And the obvious desire to bone anything in sight. But he gave us something new to talk about for a day or two. Thanks.
apparently all the ‘girls’ think I’m arrogant now. As much as this helps me out, I don’t think it’s true
Oh and Tabu, piss off and die you bastard. I’ve known you since we were 9 and perhaps what you say is true, but jesus men, at least pretend to stick up for me. Oh and he was bending over backwards from the start, its just not to sort of thing he’d blog about.
That quote actually wasn’t Tabu, it was someone posing as Tabu. And no I was not.
Note: I was looking through the stats some more and I saw some of the ‘Came From’ links. These are my favorite Google searches that lead to this site:
effects of porn on girlfriends
places for fucking sri lanka (number 1)
I can add this to the keywords I accumulated in Montreal, like
Who are you people?
Diarie of a London Call-girl : http://www.belledejour-uk.blogspot.com for when we all tire of hearing about a certain feisty pair of spiked heels tripping around.
I was just reading that site and it’s pretty funny. My favorite quote is,
She kinda stopped posting since the book deal, but the archives are interesting.
google searches are amazing – i always wonder what people expected to find by typing such stupid things. the last few funny ones to my blog were “my baby is a chutia” “can’t stop staring at sister’s ass” and “boob madness”. and my all time favorite classic: “my sixteen year old loves to wear diapers”.
scary.